“Be still and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10). I love this verse. Many times over the course of my life, I have meditated on these precious words. When life was too difficult to bear and I didn’t understand why, I would sit with these words and let them really sink in. Sometimes you … Continue reading Resting in God
It was battered and scarred and the auctioneer thought It scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But held it up with a smile. “What am I bid, good folks?” he cried “Who’ll start the bidding for me?” “A pound, a pound”, then “Two!” “Only two?” -“Two pounds, and who’ll … Continue reading The Touch of the Master’s Hand
Christ's message in all its richness must live in your hearts. Teach and instruct one another with all wisdom... Everything you do or say, then, should be done in the name of the Lord Jesus, as you give thanks through him to God the Father. -Colossians 3:16-17 (GNT) On 1st April 1973 it was "Grandma's … Continue reading Jesus: the source of wisdom
The Mirror and The Window When you pray do you pray in the mirror or do you pray through the window? Praying “in the mirror” = self orientated prayer; prayers that look inward and revolve mainly around our own concerns for ourselves, our family and our friends . Praying “through the window” … Continue reading The Mirror and the Window
Is it ever right to do the wrong thing? Or, for that matter, is it ever wrong to do the right thing? I hate grey! Grey mist, grey hair, grey areas. I hate them all. Life is so much simpler in black and white. The crisp naivety of black and white is fresh, it’s clear, … Continue reading Is It Ever Right To Do The Wrong Thing?
We have choices. God is not in the business of dictatorship, and so he affords us the freedom to choose. From the time of our creation he has shown us his way; let us taste and see that he is good; warned us of the consequences of following our own desires, yet left us to … Continue reading Broken To Live
There is a world outside my room. A world I used to know. It’s unfamiliar now. I can hardly remember it. These four walls are my world today. Two windows, curtains drawn, blinds closed. I seldom look out there now. Sometimes I see the sun dimly through layers of fabric and distorted misty eyes. A … Continue reading The World Outside My Room