I’ll be honest with you … I’ve feeling a little fragile today. My family is in flux. Everything feels fragile—jobs and studies and my children’s future. Over the last week or so, a heaviness has settled into me that is quite at odds with my generally upbeat outlook on life. The mood doesn’t lend itself to the writing of encouraging blog posts, especially not ones that seek to bring blessing to others. So, I’m cheating a little. Instead of writing a blessing, I’m sharing one written by my daughter Nicole in 2014, when she was in Grade 11 at school. These words lifted something in me today and my prayer is that they do the same for you. Continue reading
Our journey through Leunig’s Prayer draws to a close on this, the final line of the prayer: And to let the heart create for us. It’s the line that evokes the most resounding ‘yes!’ in my soul. Yet, I believe it comes at the end of the prayer for a reason, which is that every other line before it enables us to develop and embrace our own creative heart. Continue reading
Empty. Vacant. Unfilled. Barren. Void. Hollow. The list in my Thesaurus goes on, but I don’t need any more words to tell me that emptiness in any form is one I’d rather avoid. I’d rather have a full stomach, than an empty one; a built house, than a vacant plot; a full room of friends, than an unfilled one; a fertile womb, than a barren one; a life of meaning, than one void of purpose. Continue reading
Who knew a playful puppy could become a powerful sermon? It happened today. Continue reading
Nyla is not like the other characters I’ve created. That’s because Nyla—Queen of Tirragyl—created herself.
In Chains of Gwyndorr, I introduced you to a cast of characters. There was Shara, yearning to know more about her past, and prepared to go to dangerous lengths to discover it. There was Nicho, the lowborn Parashi, breaking the rules to empower his people. There was unloved Tessor, slinking around behind the stone walls of Lord Lucian’s manor, trying to discover a way to bring down her husband. There were many others and each of them had at least one thing in common: I, the book’s author, had created them.
But that’s not what happened with Nyla. Continue reading
There’s a line from a song that I first heard about 20 years ago, that has just never left me. The song is Michael W. Smith’s “Place in this World”, and the line is deceptively simple:
…But this becoming is harder than it seems.
I wonder why these eight words have resonated with me through the seasons of my life – studying, marriage, career, parenthood and beyond. Continue reading
The sunset sky, shining with an array of hues
Silently declares your creativity
And I wonder if you crafted me
From such a vast palette of colours.
Right now I feel only grey and drab.
Then I remember I am your “poiema”, your masterpiece
Of which you are the most proud.
Forgive me for not reflecting your glory, like that still sky
For repressing my creative radiance
For feeling unworthy
When I am shaped in your very own image. Continue reading