What’s your heart longing for right now? I mean, deep down… Are you longing for acceptance (from that guy, or that employer, or that friend)? Are you yearning for approval (from that teacher, or that girl, or that family member)? Or do you just want, desperately, to experience rest… (from the illness, or the chaos,… Continue reading Our longings must end in him, or they’ll keep sending us in circles
Ever read a Bible verse that just sinks into your gut like heavy cement? The impact is felt immediately, like a spear piercing your heart. You want to keep scrolling; or look away. Anything to sear your conscience. But the words sit there in your stomach, unwilling to budge. That’s how I felt when I… Continue reading A God that smooths out our rough edges
Before Adam and Eve sinned in the Garden of Eden, they were naked and unashamed. But after they took the forbidden fruit – and everything changed forever for humanity – they realised they were naked, and were ashamed. At this point, they tried to hide from God…. Shame is something we’ve all felt at some… Continue reading You’re in full view, and it’s OK.
The desire to belong is common to us all. We are born wired for relationship, arms outstretched, clamouring for attention and a significant other to meet our needs. Even though our ‘sense of agency‘ or control grows as we develop as people – to the point where we’re no longer exclusively dependent on our mother,… Continue reading Five ways to build a sense of belonging
Her passion for cooking started with one aromatic meal, served up with love and a cheeky smile. Her love for her husband was rekindled after one thoughtful note, slipped under the table at dinner. Her desire to truly live again was sparked by one story of survival in a country far more turbulent. Her week was improved by one pot of… Continue reading ‘The little things’ change lives
When I was a little girl, I used to have fun building a fortress out of bed sheets and hiding from the world outside. As an adult, sometimes I snuggle under soft, fluffy blankets, leaving myself just enough air to breathe. I feel cosy, protected, and safe when I’m under there. Whether in the form… Continue reading More than a bed-sheet fort
This isn’t the first time I’ve been here. I hear you whisper the words as you stumble into the doctor’s surgery, asking for another prescription. This isn’t the first time I’ve been here. I hear you whisper the words as you enter the principal’s office once more to talk about the trouble your son is… Continue reading This isn’t the first time I’ve been here…