Wednesday, March 31, 2010

In The Stillness

A quiet heart is rare to find,
It's strength is subtle and its security free.
With nothing to prove, it is bound by no burden.
It soars through the sun with an envious ease, falling and flying through the warm red, yellow and orange mixtures, blissfully thankful.
But when it storms and the waves threaten to sink, it sleeps soundly, safety assured, knowing him from whom it comes.
A quiet heart is rare to find
I pray oh God that you would make it mine.

Friday, March 19, 2010


The sound of my heavy footsteps echoed through the silence of the deserted alleyway. "Home is only a few blocks away," I thought as I raced through the heavy darkness of the night. I was running through a dark alleyway lit only by a distant streetlight, causing eerie shadows to fan back and forth across the bare brick walls either side of me. I was panting hard, noticing the cloud of smoke exiting my mouth with each exhalation. "C'mon you can do this," I kept repeating to myself but the pain in my right side continued to grow.
Suddenly I felt myself thrown to the ground, though I was not sure by what. Gripped by fear and unable to move I kept my face to the gound, sweat dripping slowly into the muddy puddle only inches away from my face. My mind was racing. Whatever had thrown me to the ground was there, I could hear it but was frozen stiff, unable to look. I didn't want to look.
After some time spent lying face down on the cold concrete, I mustered the courage to turn over to face my opposer. As fast as I could I jumped to my feet and swivelled around on the spot, "HA!" I shouted with my arms up ready to fight. But it was gone. I looked up and down the dark and empty alley.. nothing. My enemy had left. I had finally confronted it.

Mind Games

The internal battle of the mind is for the most part unseen unless you choose to make it otherwise. The same lies and deceit being fed to you day after day is exhausting. But to avoid it means to give up and be prepared to spend the rest of your days running. I dont want to run. I am ready to face this demon. Because it is for freedom that Christ has set me free and capturing that real joy is power enough to overcome any evil.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Eternal Armour

'Finally be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armour of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorites, against the powers of this dark world and aginst the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armour of God, so that when the day of evil comes you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints.'
Ephesians 6:10-20

Thankyou Jesus.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Sangria and Lace

My good friends Amy and Nicole are part of this lovely art and wares exhibition tonight. Come along for some refreshing beverages whilst you browse some local art and beautiful handmade trinkets.
4 Hawke Street, Kincumber

Thursday, March 4, 2010

The Art of Written Articulation

Writing is something for people who cannot articulate with their mouths what is happening in their heads. It is an art of perfectionism. Being able to express yourself at your own pace, deleting and correcting mistakes as they occur and being able to write for different people whilst still remaining yourself is a whole lot easier than translating that into spoken words on the spot in a social situation. Lets just say that writing is for the socially retarded like myself.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Last Days of Summer

My sister Bec took Inda on a great shell finding adventure. It was beautiful to watch Inda faithfully following Bec around wherever she would go.

Many Apologies

My family is such a precious gift to me. But realising that and having immense gratitude for them means that I am also very frustrated when, I take them for granted simply to accommodate for the many other things that seem to bombard me on a daily basis. It is so sad when I realise that the people God has given to me as love and support in this life, the ONE he has given to me in order to understand the intimacy of his relationship with us, is shoved into the back corner to come out only when I have ticked everything else off my list. It is not right. It is very wrong and I am very sorry.

And to you too my Lord and Saviour...