Heaven. Eternity. Everlasting life. The eternal Kingdom. The City of God. The final Promised Land. New Jerusalem. The City of Gold. The Father’s house.... Heaven. Strangely, no matter which name (and there are so many others) has been used to identify, describe, or define this place, I have always struggled to feel or sense any … Continue reading Heaven.
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The Hidden Path.
“On the surface, everything looked lush and green, but underneath there was still great pain and spiritual struggle. Heartache can be hidden.” - Glenn Hohnberg, 2022 There is a path we need to speak more of. I suspect that perhaps many know, and also walk, such a path of their own. First though, I want … Continue reading The Hidden Path.
Hannah.
It is kind of bizarre sometimes the things that can make me come undone and propel me deep into a mess of emotion-salad. The kind of one that leads to deep wrestling and ultimately, new perspectives. The simple and small things. Today, of all things, it was a children’s song. A song about a woman … Continue reading Hannah.
A few strange men.
“He has planted eternity in the human heart” Ecclesiastes 3:11 A Christmas story. Allow me to share a story with you. If I am honest, it is kind of a weird one. I mean, it is super weird, really. Yet it is one that never ceases to challenge me, as it did for the first … Continue reading A few strange men.
Getting “better”. Simples?
“Does it ever get better??” I’m going to bet that’s a question that you have asked yourself at least once in your life - or if you haven’t, that you’ve at least heard it. The mother with the clingy, colicky newborn. The teen struggling to navigate relationships. The father struggling to make ends meet. The parent … Continue reading Getting “better”. Simples?
Experiences.
What stems from within our hearts and dominates what a person’s life is about? What solidifies what a person and their life is actually all about? (Not necessarily what they or others say or think or believe it is). What determines the passions, and then ensuing actions, one has in life? And why do people, … Continue reading Experiences.
The nails.
I sat curled up in my Father’s arms as he held me close, tears streaming down my face. “How do I do this? I can’t do this. What am I even doing? Please help me.” I begged through the sobs. I heard only a calm, constant, wave-like “whooshing” noise whilst my Father held me ever … Continue reading The nails.
“Prayer.”
What is it? Is it a verb? Is it a must-do? Should we clasp our hands? Is it better to close eyes? Are there pre-requisites? Is it talking? Is it listening? Is it both? Is it more? The more I think and reflect, and the more I meditate on the concept of “prayer” and the … Continue reading “Prayer.”
A wounded soul in paradise.
In my still shattered, confused, chaotic state, I gaze around at my unfamiliar and yet also totally comforting surroundings. It is exactly two months today since I left the home I have so well known and loved. I had mere hours to decide what I would and wouldn’t take (though I am grateful; many do … Continue reading A wounded soul in paradise.
Losing grip.
I sit, and I am shattered, by a new deep wound. Yet another person, who I thought I could truly trust, has inflicted chaos and pain within me. So much confusion. I thought people could be different. I trusted and esteemed this person so much. Maybe that’s the root of all this. Maybe that’s what … Continue reading Losing grip.
In The Not Yet 