Well, I know it's been a while since I've updated, but in my defence, my life suddenly got super crazy busy.
One day, I'll have time to sit and do a real post.
Until then, YOU SHOULD WATCH THIS VIDEO (because I love it):
Blows me away. Every. Single. Time.
Hopefully I'll get a proper written post up soon, sorry!
Thursday, 30 September 2010
Monday, 13 September 2010
Wordle
After seeing it on Simon Benham's Blog, I had to give this Wordle thing a try. Basically you feed it a load of words and it creates a cloud of them all, giving greater prominence to words which appear more frequently. I fed in all the text from every blog post I've ever written, and this is what it gave me..
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It makes me happy. I love how 'Buffy' and 'Aslan' snuck in there. But most of all, I love how 'God' is smack bam in the middle of it! I wouldn't have it any other way.
Friday, 10 September 2010
Saturday, 4 September 2010
Capture It
It's been such a long time since I really flexed my writing muscles. I'm slowly unfurling that part of my mind from where it's been cramped and squished into a corner of my brain.
I'm stretched across my bed, occupied in watching the sky through my window. If I stare long enough I can almost fool myself that there isn't really a pane of glass. That there's in fact nothing separating me from the beauty of the outside world. Yet, I can't believe it. You see, the air is distinctly 'inside air'; still and lifeless. Outside, air flicks about you in little whips and flurries. With outside air, every breath is a tiny delight as the freshness rushes into you, waking you from inside out. And that's not how the air in my room feels.
Just so you know, the sky I'm seeing, and am more than a little captivated by is white, a brilliant white, and the clouds are great grey smudges. Curiously, they're not ugly smears, but soft and lovely; dark at the centre then fading and blending at the edges into lightness. They're drifting right now, slowly and almost solemnly from left to right. They don't look quite ready to release their rain. But I can imagine that later in the day, a stranger will curse at the same clouds for depositing a whole lot on him. Or perhaps he will lift up his arms and receive the raindrops as a gift. His choice.
Was there a point to all this writing?
Not particularly. But as I let my little chewed biro scrawl across my favourite notebook, I had a good think. And I decided that if there has to be a point, then that point is beauty. We experience beauty and then we want to capture it. Some people paint and draw, but that has never been a talent of mine, not even a little bit. I could simply take a photo of the view, but then I wouldn't be able to share the full, layered beauty of this exact moment. Because the beauty is not only in the gloriousness of the sky, but in so many other things too. The way the light gleams across my mirror and reveals that it's actually speckled with smudges, from top to toe. Or the empty mug beside me, around which the faintest wisp of 'tea smell' lingers. Or the curious mixture of sounds that is my ipod on shuffle. Or the quiet nagging ache in my elbows from leaning too long on them whilst writing this. Or suddenly, in the midst of everything, realising that I've dumped a pile of freshly ironed clothes on the floor where they're merely going to become creased again.
This is being alive. And I'm just trying to catch an inch of it with words.
All that beauty.
I'm stretched across my bed, occupied in watching the sky through my window. If I stare long enough I can almost fool myself that there isn't really a pane of glass. That there's in fact nothing separating me from the beauty of the outside world. Yet, I can't believe it. You see, the air is distinctly 'inside air'; still and lifeless. Outside, air flicks about you in little whips and flurries. With outside air, every breath is a tiny delight as the freshness rushes into you, waking you from inside out. And that's not how the air in my room feels.
Just so you know, the sky I'm seeing, and am more than a little captivated by is white, a brilliant white, and the clouds are great grey smudges. Curiously, they're not ugly smears, but soft and lovely; dark at the centre then fading and blending at the edges into lightness. They're drifting right now, slowly and almost solemnly from left to right. They don't look quite ready to release their rain. But I can imagine that later in the day, a stranger will curse at the same clouds for depositing a whole lot on him. Or perhaps he will lift up his arms and receive the raindrops as a gift. His choice.
Was there a point to all this writing?
Not particularly. But as I let my little chewed biro scrawl across my favourite notebook, I had a good think. And I decided that if there has to be a point, then that point is beauty. We experience beauty and then we want to capture it. Some people paint and draw, but that has never been a talent of mine, not even a little bit. I could simply take a photo of the view, but then I wouldn't be able to share the full, layered beauty of this exact moment. Because the beauty is not only in the gloriousness of the sky, but in so many other things too. The way the light gleams across my mirror and reveals that it's actually speckled with smudges, from top to toe. Or the empty mug beside me, around which the faintest wisp of 'tea smell' lingers. Or the curious mixture of sounds that is my ipod on shuffle. Or the quiet nagging ache in my elbows from leaning too long on them whilst writing this. Or suddenly, in the midst of everything, realising that I've dumped a pile of freshly ironed clothes on the floor where they're merely going to become creased again.This is being alive. And I'm just trying to catch an inch of it with words.
All that beauty.
Monday, 26 July 2010
Mary
I am a young girl, due to be married who loves and trusts in God. I am excited about my new life with my husband. I plan to be faithful to God and obey his laws in my marriage. Those are my expectations.
Then an angel turns up and tells me I'm going to have a baby who will be called 'Son of the Most High' and despite the fact that I'm a virgin, I'm going to get pregnant because God can do the impossible in me.
I think my response at this point would be a rather flabbergasted, "Excuse me?"
God doesn't give us what we expect. Mary probably had her own hopes and dreams for the future, her own gifts and talents that she had plans for. It is quite unlikely that what she expected was to be the mother of the messiah.
But here's the thing: God doesn't adhere to our expectations. He has crafted us futures that will be incredible and joyous and, most importantly, unexpected. Whatever I can dream up for my future will be ten thousand times weirder but more amazing in reality. Because when it comes to imagining we're all just amateurs compared to the creator of the universe, who imagined and brought to life everything, from brightly burning stars to little red ladybirds.
When God puts great big unexpected plot twists into our stories it can be simultaneously frightening and exciting. We can doubt whether this plan is really from God, whether God can really do it. What surprises me is Mary's reaction. "I am the Lord's servant," Mary answered. "May it be to me as you have said." There's no "This isn't what I expected", "What if this goes wrong?" or even "Well, what if I don't want this?". Instead she trusts in God and obeys him. She trusts that even though what she is being told sounds purely crazy, it is part of God's plan. She has faith that God is always good and his greatness overcomes all obstacles.
Mary was totally prepared to let God rewrite all the plans she had for her life.
I think that is pretty amazing.
Then an angel turns up and tells me I'm going to have a baby who will be called 'Son of the Most High' and despite the fact that I'm a virgin, I'm going to get pregnant because God can do the impossible in me.
I think my response at this point would be a rather flabbergasted, "Excuse me?"
God doesn't give us what we expect. Mary probably had her own hopes and dreams for the future, her own gifts and talents that she had plans for. It is quite unlikely that what she expected was to be the mother of the messiah.
But here's the thing: God doesn't adhere to our expectations. He has crafted us futures that will be incredible and joyous and, most importantly, unexpected. Whatever I can dream up for my future will be ten thousand times weirder but more amazing in reality. Because when it comes to imagining we're all just amateurs compared to the creator of the universe, who imagined and brought to life everything, from brightly burning stars to little red ladybirds.
When God puts great big unexpected plot twists into our stories it can be simultaneously frightening and exciting. We can doubt whether this plan is really from God, whether God can really do it. What surprises me is Mary's reaction. "I am the Lord's servant," Mary answered. "May it be to me as you have said." There's no "This isn't what I expected", "What if this goes wrong?" or even "Well, what if I don't want this?". Instead she trusts in God and obeys him. She trusts that even though what she is being told sounds purely crazy, it is part of God's plan. She has faith that God is always good and his greatness overcomes all obstacles.
Mary was totally prepared to let God rewrite all the plans she had for her life.
I think that is pretty amazing.
Friday, 16 July 2010
Emmanuel
These last few days have been pretty intense. It's like the rawness of grief has blown away all reserved politeness. The church family has been drawn together so closely; supporting and loving each other powerfully. God has been at work.
Take Friday night as an example. We run a Friday night event for young people called LIFE. Liam's preach about Annie's death affected so many people, from those who knew her to those who didn't. As a leader, I felt a whole lot useless. I've never lost anybody close to me and in all honesty I didn't know what to say. I hated seeing so many people so devastated, it has a way of weighing on your heart, like some of their pain gets deposited onto you. And I would gladly take some of that pain if it lessened theirs but it doesn't. One girl was in floods of tears but refused to let me pray for her. There was so little that I could do to help.
However, it wasn't about me or what I could do. It was about Jesus. As the worship started I saw grief turned into passion for God. I have never seen that many people worshipping at LIFE. I think, for some of them, this was the first time they had worshipped God. Their pain was poured into praise and singing and this was more healing than any kind words of comfort could ever be.
What's more, we do not serve a God who is remote and distant. Friday night I sensed the presence of God everywhere. The only time I have ever felt Him so powerfully was right before I became a Christian. I could sense Jesus walking among us. I felt Him standing behind the worship team as they sang, feeding His strength into them. I felt Him among those who mourned, mourning with them. It's difficult to explain how I knew it was Jesus but I just did. I was trembling, my heart was thudding. I was both overwhelmed and humbled by the fact that He chose to be here with us. One word has been resounding through my mind the last few days: Emmanuel. Emmanuel means 'God with us' and is one of Jesus' many titles. So often people ask 'where is God in our sorrow?' But I have seen where He is; He is here with us. He choses to be here with us, He choses to share in our sufferings, He chose that when He died on the cross for us.
I know now that the fact that all I can do at the moment is pray isn't something I should be frustrated by. God is forcing me to recognise my uselessness without Him and making me lean on Him in prayer, asking Him to comfort all who grieve, because if I could do it by myself then I would be God. And I'm not.
God is God, He is very good. And so we worship Him, whether we have pain or joy in our hearts.
Take Friday night as an example. We run a Friday night event for young people called LIFE. Liam's preach about Annie's death affected so many people, from those who knew her to those who didn't. As a leader, I felt a whole lot useless. I've never lost anybody close to me and in all honesty I didn't know what to say. I hated seeing so many people so devastated, it has a way of weighing on your heart, like some of their pain gets deposited onto you. And I would gladly take some of that pain if it lessened theirs but it doesn't. One girl was in floods of tears but refused to let me pray for her. There was so little that I could do to help.
However, it wasn't about me or what I could do. It was about Jesus. As the worship started I saw grief turned into passion for God. I have never seen that many people worshipping at LIFE. I think, for some of them, this was the first time they had worshipped God. Their pain was poured into praise and singing and this was more healing than any kind words of comfort could ever be.
What's more, we do not serve a God who is remote and distant. Friday night I sensed the presence of God everywhere. The only time I have ever felt Him so powerfully was right before I became a Christian. I could sense Jesus walking among us. I felt Him standing behind the worship team as they sang, feeding His strength into them. I felt Him among those who mourned, mourning with them. It's difficult to explain how I knew it was Jesus but I just did. I was trembling, my heart was thudding. I was both overwhelmed and humbled by the fact that He chose to be here with us. One word has been resounding through my mind the last few days: Emmanuel. Emmanuel means 'God with us' and is one of Jesus' many titles. So often people ask 'where is God in our sorrow?' But I have seen where He is; He is here with us. He choses to be here with us, He choses to share in our sufferings, He chose that when He died on the cross for us.
I know now that the fact that all I can do at the moment is pray isn't something I should be frustrated by. God is forcing me to recognise my uselessness without Him and making me lean on Him in prayer, asking Him to comfort all who grieve, because if I could do it by myself then I would be God. And I'm not.
God is God, He is very good. And so we worship Him, whether we have pain or joy in our hearts.
Monday, 5 July 2010
A Year Ago Today
Today is my Christianniversary. Now, I realise that this isn't an official term, it's actually one that originated from a friend of mine, the beautiful Gabbi "http://love-beyond-life.blogspot.com" (that's her blog). She's not only a great friend, but she's my 'Christian twin'. On 5th July 2009 we both gave our lives to Jesus.
I've been thinking about this all morning. This is the first time that I've just sat and looked back over it all. This year has been a crazy one. I've had heartbreak and frustration. There's that time I threw my bible across the living room in a fit of childish temper and so many tears that I'm surprised my eyes continue to produce them.
However, these things are insignificant when I think about what this year really was. It was a year of hope and of healing. A whole other way of life was opened up to me; a way of faith and beauty and joy. It's like suddenly seeing the world in a thousand different colours and I am stunned. How did I never see this? And why was I so content with black and white?
'Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free' - John 8:32
To all the people who thought I was being brainwashed: I say yes. I have had my brain washed. It's been cleaned of the rubbish and set free by new truths. When I first came to God I was broken. I didn't think that I was, but I guess it's only since I've been fixed up that I can see what a state I was in. I was insecure. I thought so little of myself. I hated what I looked like. The only part of myself that I thought was worth anything was my intelligence. And because this was the only thing I prized in myself, it became the only thing I valued in others. I was also broken-hearted and terrified that I was unlovable. Always scared that I annoyed my friends; that they would tire of me or see me as I really was and leave. Then I met Jesus and everything got turned upside down.
None of these things vanished overnight. It's been a journey (clichéd I know, but oh well). It's been long and painful and much counselling from Amy Mehta and various other peoples has been required. But God heals. What's amazing now, is that I can look back at who I was and look at who I am now and be blown away by how much God has done in me. And for that, I am so ridiculously grateful. God has shown me that I can have confidence that I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I am loved unconditionally. He sees the depths of my heart, the good and the bad, and loves me the same. He gives me joy. As for the other problem; 'He heals the broken hearted and binds up their wounds.' - Psalm 147:3.
I most definitely agree.
I am whole and re-made. And to think that this is only the beginning. I am being filled up, learning to lean on my God, delighting in His word, seeking His presence, because He is everything. And I know that when the time comes He will reveal His plan for me. He will send me out.
I've been thinking about this all morning. This is the first time that I've just sat and looked back over it all. This year has been a crazy one. I've had heartbreak and frustration. There's that time I threw my bible across the living room in a fit of childish temper and so many tears that I'm surprised my eyes continue to produce them.
However, these things are insignificant when I think about what this year really was. It was a year of hope and of healing. A whole other way of life was opened up to me; a way of faith and beauty and joy. It's like suddenly seeing the world in a thousand different colours and I am stunned. How did I never see this? And why was I so content with black and white?
'Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free' - John 8:32
To all the people who thought I was being brainwashed: I say yes. I have had my brain washed. It's been cleaned of the rubbish and set free by new truths. When I first came to God I was broken. I didn't think that I was, but I guess it's only since I've been fixed up that I can see what a state I was in. I was insecure. I thought so little of myself. I hated what I looked like. The only part of myself that I thought was worth anything was my intelligence. And because this was the only thing I prized in myself, it became the only thing I valued in others. I was also broken-hearted and terrified that I was unlovable. Always scared that I annoyed my friends; that they would tire of me or see me as I really was and leave. Then I met Jesus and everything got turned upside down.
None of these things vanished overnight. It's been a journey (clichéd I know, but oh well). It's been long and painful and much counselling from Amy Mehta and various other peoples has been required. But God heals. What's amazing now, is that I can look back at who I was and look at who I am now and be blown away by how much God has done in me. And for that, I am so ridiculously grateful. God has shown me that I can have confidence that I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I am loved unconditionally. He sees the depths of my heart, the good and the bad, and loves me the same. He gives me joy. As for the other problem; 'He heals the broken hearted and binds up their wounds.' - Psalm 147:3.
I most definitely agree.
I am whole and re-made. And to think that this is only the beginning. I am being filled up, learning to lean on my God, delighting in His word, seeking His presence, because He is everything. And I know that when the time comes He will reveal His plan for me. He will send me out.
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