Sunday, 26 April 2015

On being a responsible dog owner.

Today's post is not for the faint-hearted.
Or for the ever-so-slightly squeamish.

However as one friend told me this week, she
"Loves that I am publicly gross"
Perhaps you're used to it?

A few weeks ago we were given the gift of Daisy,
who delights in being a 20month-old cockerpoo.
She has proved to be a real blessing to our family in countless ways,

Here she is in all her glory!





We take the role of responsible dog-owners very seriously.
The long walks,
The feeding,
The playing,
Even the not-so-pleasant task of picking up her poo.

Warning!
Here comes the gross bit...

The problem is if we don't catch her in time
No sooner has she expelled it from her rear end,
Than she gobbles it up again.

Eewww!
I know!

And today when she did three lots in one walk.
And I was walking along with one filled poo bag
I didn't get to her third lot before she gobbled it up....

But you know God spoke to me in that moment.
And said,

"That's what you do.
"You get rid of all your 'stuff'.
The mess,
the rubbish,
the things I don't want you to have in your life.

You give them to me in the moment,
In a 'casting all your burdens' kind of way.
You're quite good at it really.

But before you know it you've taken them all back on board again.
And so it goes on
And on
And on."

I guess I'm not the only one who does this.
At least I don't think so.

And as I spent time praying and worshipping this morning
I remembered the two words God used to say to me over and over.

Trust. Me.

And you know we can.
Every last one of us.

He knows what we are made of.
He waits with open arms
Open hands.

Trust him




Sunday, 5 April 2015

When love called my name

"Mary" Jesus said.
She turned and cried out "Master."
John 20:16

Amid life
With it's twists and turns
Hopes and dreams
Love calls my name.

In times of joy
Laughter
Excitement
Love calls my name.

When I doubt
Fear
Despair
Love calls my name

In my life
With it's twists and turns...
hopes and dreams...
Love calls my name

Love
True love
Forgiving love
Real love

A love full of life
Hope
And possibility
Calls me by my name.





Saturday, 4 April 2015

Holy Saturday 2015

Today

God is silent
But not absent.

We rest in his love
as we wait for heaven to break through.

Oh love that will not let me go....

Find a quiet corner and let your heart remember.

http://youtu.be/ZiZ9xXoZ1Mk

Friday, 3 April 2015

Good FrIday 2015

I've spent most of today with a lump in my throat.
A tightness in my chest.

A sense of not really knowing what to do with myself.
What to do
Where to go
How to be.

Until a few minutes ago it felt wrong somehow.
Part of my longing for something.
Anything.
That would help make today significant.

But isn't this what it's like to grieve?
Isn't this how it feels when we wish things were different?
When we know God has a plan but it makes no sense in this present moment.

Jesus has died.
We know the ending.

The disciples certainly didn't.

The women watched in silent despair
as Jesus cried out

'MY GOD!

My God?

Why?
Why have you forsaken me?'

Maybe you,
Along with me,
Feel a bit out of sorts today.

You know,
I think that's ok.

We can sit with the grief of today.
God has not forsaken us.
It really is finished.

Together we scan the skies in the hope of a brighter day.

Wednesday, 1 April 2015

I want to be a bottle-breaker.

I want to be her.
The one overwhelmed by love and grace.
The one who walked where angels feared to tread.
The one who wouldn't be told No.

I want to be her
The one who kneels at Jesus' feet
The one who looks into his eyes
And lets down her hair.

I want to be her
The one who took the costliest perfume and broke the bottle.
The one who cried happy tears all over Jesus' feet.
The one who wipes them lovingly with her silky hair.

I want to be her
The best beloved
The courageous one
The one made beautiful by forgiveness

I want to be her
The one who loves so much
So well
So completely
That when she stands and leaves his presence
She spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him.