Leaving home

Cloud watching in our street

With the Coronavirus situation calming in Australia right now I’m going to start writing the posts I was planning to write next…

First up is a series of reflections on our recent move from Forbes NSW back to Sydney for my husband to study at bible college.

This was a tough decision to make and I’m still getting my head around it…

Leaving home is hard.

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Not my own

23rd May 2018

All a persons’s ways seem pure to them, but motives are weighed by the LORD…

Commit to the LORD whatever you do and he will establish your plans…

In their hearts humans plan their course, the LORD establishes their steps. Proverbs 16:2,3,9

Many are the plans in a persons heart, but it is the LORD’s purpose that prevails. Proverbs 19:21

Letting go

29 April 2018

Letting go of…

…ideas of a big family, siblings for my two, a long “career” as a mother of young children, lazy chats at playgroups, an easy social network of ready-made “mum” friends…

Balancing contentment with longing; acceptance with hope; perfecting the tightrope walk of living with decidedly uncontrollable unknowns amidst a present that holds so many joys too wonderful to be missed.

All who fall down

April 2018

“The LORD upholds all who fall and lifts up all who are bowed down”. Psalm 145:14

Today I am weary.

Today, all I can think of is all the little children.

The ones I see week after week whose greatest achievement each day, and sometimes only achievement, is to simply get to school. Little children who got themselves up out of bed, packed their own lunch, found their own clothes to wear and possibly left the house without someone to even say goodbye to them.

No warm hugs, no kisses, no ‘love you!’ Whispered into a grateful ear.  Just a parent in bed, sleeping in or sleeping off the night before or perhaps simply too weary  of life itself to gather the wherewithal to get up and keep on keeping on.

Gazing round my garden in the warmth of an autumns evening with the weight of these children’s woes pressing heavy, my thoughts drift to seeds.

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We fly away…

Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away. Psalm 90:10

I attended his funeral as a community member.

I did not know him personally, this strapping young man, but only of him and his young sister who attends the school I work at, and in support of her and school staff and simply as a member of the community, I attended his funeral.

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