(The final post in a six part series about our time in the country)
I feel like a child and I feel like I’m home. I feel like I belong.
As much as anyone can feel they belong in a town that isn’t truly theirs.
I suppose I don’t actually belong in the traditional sense in that I wasn’t born here and worse yet – having moved here and put down some roots – we abruptly left to answer other callings.
Continue reading Memoir of a time in a town: Belonging
We are returning for a visit so that we can see dear friends and so that we can breathe.
And breathe I have.
Continue reading A memoir of a time in a town: Returning
Cloud watching in our street
On the eve of our first visit to bible college when we will tell the children what are plans are.
I am nervous and feeling the weight of responsibility.
Continue reading Memoir of a time in a town: Doubts
My heart is breaking.
I am going to miss this place so very much.
These big blue skies. A massive happy expanse stretched out high above, day by day. Bright, brilliant and blue. So very blue.
Continue reading Memoir of a time in a town: Blue, yellow, red
The winter here seems so long; the ground so dry and bleached.
I am not used staring at yellowed grass and dormant plants for so many months on end.
I suppose it is no coincidence that, in this harsher landscape, I have first seen and felt the harsher side of life.
Continue reading Memoir of a time in a town: A parched land
(A six part series on our recent time in the country)
This town has been a refuge: a place to stop and be; a place to grow and gain bearings; to be reconciled to God and to each other; paving the way for new beginnings.
It hasn’t looked like that: day-to-day it’s just been a long, hard slog. Sickness, injury, infertility, isolation.
And yet, here, in this strange hideaway, here we have not diminished but truly, we have grown.
Though it feels as if we have failed – again and again – there is an undeniable prevailing and potential perhaps for flourishing here, yes, even flourishing. For, God’s Holy Spirit is remarkable, to be sure!
“All a person’s ways seem pure to them,
But motives are weighed by the LORD”.
Before I get to our past two weeks…
..Yay for social restrictions easing in NSW, Australia as of tomorrow! Feeling very grateful….
Tumultuous, fun, creative and treasured – this pretty well sums up my past two weeks. Continue reading Staying at home: Week 5 and 6
This week has been “school holidays” at home. Not much has happened round here and the week is, I think, best captured by three words.
Continue reading Staying at home: week 4
12 April 2020
The concept of surrender first captivated my attention ten years ago during a birthing class.
Continue reading Surrender