Category: Faith

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anxiety

Those crying days

Sometimes you just have those crying days. Those days when the tide fills and swells, and the tears come. Often, you feel them building at the least expected and the least convenient of times. They come when you are alone, and they come when you are in public. You feel raw, and it takes very little to chafe against the surface of your skin, and you are exposed.

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Unless the Lord builds….

Anyone who has known me for more than five minutes will know this about me. I am not a builder. Of anything. Not even a gingerbread house is safe in my hands. In fact, when it comes to making stuff I’ve no more skill than my six-month old baby, J, no matter how cute and builderly-like he may look in his overalls.

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Faith

My Brother Greg

I’ve been thinking a lot about my brother Greg lately. My parents’ son. So many peoples’ friend. The years since the car accident that took him from us have added up to more than I wish to count, but numbers don’t always correspond with experience. Sometimes I feel he is closer today than he was ten, even fifteen, years ago. Memory can be precious like that. It doesn’t age.

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Faith

Shore Breaks

And he is everywhere but where he should be, Images of his poor kid-body washed up on the beach like seaweed seared across our screens.

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Where I go wrong with time….

Confession: I might not look like it, but inside I’m a thief. Countless moments a day I catch myself trying to steal something. Snatch it. Hold it close. To own that which isn’t my own…

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Faith

Are you sure you have enough kids?

That’s what she asked us, the stranger on the street, her eyes darting us over like she was watching some sort of curious circus performance. Us and our three young children, our bounty of blankets and snacks, and enough miscellaneous mess to fill some minimalist’s living rooms. Us and our dishevelled hair, food still on our face and clothes from dinner (and that’s just Dr M and myself!) With our two prams, one of them a double-decker, one child perched on top riding high, the other closeted below like a surprise hidden layer in a rainbow cake.

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A Prayer for this Season

Sometime through the monotony of my mid-morning, an email came into my  inbox. It was from Dr M. The message title simply read, ‘Lord help me to live beautifully in this season.’ The content of the message is written below. I hope it helps others as it did me.

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Where do you go?

Because let’s be honest, when I’m tired and overwhelmed, I don’t always go where I should. Instead, I find myself. At the avoidance place. The distraction place. The scroll-until-it-feels-better-but-it-never-does-for-long place.

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Same Place, Different Time: A night of ‘Vivid’ memories

So, the other weekend, spontaneously, as he does, and as I like it when he does, Dr M suggested we go and see something of the ‘Vivid’ lights. For those unfamiliar with it, ‘Vivid’ is a city-wide Sydney festival of light and sound taking place in May-June. It’s been described as the world’s largest outdoor gallery. Nice! But while I’ve seen photos, and heard of friends going on ‘Vivid cruises’ around the harbour (sounds oh so very romantic), we’d never been.

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anxiety

Those crying days

Sometimes you just have those crying days. Those days when the tide fills and swells, and the tears come. Often, you feel them building at the least expected and the least convenient of times. They come when you are alone, and they come when you are in public. You feel raw, and it takes very little to chafe against the surface of your skin, and you are exposed.

Read More
anxiety

Unless the Lord builds….

Anyone who has known me for more than five minutes will know this about me. I am not a builder. Of anything. Not even a gingerbread house is safe in my hands. In fact, when it comes to making stuff I’ve no more skill than my six-month old baby, J, no matter how cute and builderly-like he may look in his overalls.

Read More
Faith

My Brother Greg

I’ve been thinking a lot about my brother Greg lately. My parents’ son. So many peoples’ friend. The years since the car accident that took him from us have added up to more than I wish to count, but numbers don’t always correspond with experience. Sometimes I feel he is closer today than he was ten, even fifteen, years ago. Memory can be precious like that. It doesn’t age.

Read More
Faith

Shore Breaks

And he is everywhere but where he should be, Images of his poor kid-body washed up on the beach like seaweed seared across our screens.

Read More
anxiety

Where I go wrong with time….

Confession: I might not look like it, but inside I’m a thief. Countless moments a day I catch myself trying to steal something. Snatch it. Hold it close. To own that which isn’t my own…

Read More
Faith

Are you sure you have enough kids?

That’s what she asked us, the stranger on the street, her eyes darting us over like she was watching some sort of curious circus performance. Us and our three young children, our bounty of blankets and snacks, and enough miscellaneous mess to fill some minimalist’s living rooms. Us and our dishevelled hair, food still on our face and clothes from dinner (and that’s just Dr M and myself!) With our two prams, one of them a double-decker, one child perched on top riding high, the other closeted below like a surprise hidden layer in a rainbow cake.

Read More
anxiety

A Prayer for this Season

Sometime through the monotony of my mid-morning, an email came into my  inbox. It was from Dr M. The message title simply read, ‘Lord help me to live beautifully in this season.’ The content of the message is written below. I hope it helps others as it did me.

Read More
anxiety

Where do you go?

Because let’s be honest, when I’m tired and overwhelmed, I don’t always go where I should. Instead, I find myself. At the avoidance place. The distraction place. The scroll-until-it-feels-better-but-it-never-does-for-long place.

Read More
Faith

Same Place, Different Time: A night of ‘Vivid’ memories

So, the other weekend, spontaneously, as he does, and as I like it when he does, Dr M suggested we go and see something of the ‘Vivid’ lights. For those unfamiliar with it, ‘Vivid’ is a city-wide Sydney festival of light and sound taking place in May-June. It’s been described as the world’s largest outdoor gallery. Nice! But while I’ve seen photos, and heard of friends going on ‘Vivid cruises’ around the harbour (sounds oh so very romantic), we’d never been.

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