There is a big difference between isolation and solitude.
Without the time to stop and doing a stocktake of our thoughts, sneaky lies have the habit of taking up residence in our thought lounge. These same lies dissipate when we come face to face with our Creator.
Time alone with Him will have you slowing down, being more aware of priorities, and instead of reaching for familiar and easy vices you’ll reach more for Him.
Deep down we crave the stillness. Continue reading
‘Your best life now.’ This is the phrase that has been finding its ways into my consciousness of late.
My best life now, right now.
Am I living my best life now? If not why. What am I waiting for? Why am I holding back, holding out? What have I stopped believing God for?…
I have felt challenged when it comes to my faith. Specifically the substance of my faith. Is faith evident in my life? If so, where is it? What actions is it taking?
Have I diminished God down to what is possible, reasonable and doable in my own strength? Or am I believing for the God opportunities and the whispers that lead to wild adventures and memorable testimonies? Continue reading
I am a writer. I have to write. When I don’t, things get messy, disoriented, clogged up and kinda foggy. Over the past few
Writing Daughter Wait! wasn’t something I intended to do. It just happened. A few years ago when I felt the prompt to start writing I began writing. Mostly I wrote messages. Writing messages became blogging and blogging turned into a love affair with words that resulted in me dreaming of one day writing a book. Continue reading
Change was imminent. As the day approached, peace diminished as every spare minute was increasingly filled with podcasts, books, questions and conversations. The hope was that in the pursuit, a particular pearl of wisdom would be discovered and administered to the growing symptoms of uncertainty. Continue reading
What do you want to leave in twenty-seventeen? Regrets? Conversations? Decisions? Everyday moments that didn’t unfold as you’d hoped? Instead of letting go, too often we hold on. We hold on in the attempt to understand, to recover something of worth. Holding on anchors us to the past. In order to make way for the new year, I’m choosing to empty myself of the stale enablement of yesteryear. Continue reading
Last week I prayed a prayer I’d never prayed before. As I explored the words that effortlessly flowed from my mouth, I pondered their validity and origin—was it ‘right’ to pray this way? Was this evidence of defeat or an indication of spiritual growth? Continue reading
This February I decided to face fear. Not the big fears: flying, spiders, death… the small fears that hold me back. Continue reading
‘You can build and whinge, build and not whinge or not build at all.’
These were the words that came to me as I hung up the phone. I’d just finished venting to my oversight about my current frustrations.
Directions are not my forte. When the mobile GPS came in, it was a grand day in our household. I still lose my way and take wrong turns, but I’m quick to see my flashing blue dot leave the blue line and can begin charting my course back straight away. Continue reading