The last year has taught me a lot. But one of the things that I can’t get over is this idea of hope. It’s a strange tension of all the things that could be but not wanting to believe they could happen. I’m convinced that a lot of people aren’t hopeful enough. I never used… Continue reading Hope
I love God and I love His words. How they are life and healing. I’ll never get tired of His voice. I haven’t always heard it well but I love it when He speaks. I feel like Heaven is kissing me. I love healing and I love it how God rewrites our stories into something… Continue reading Rewriting memories
On my birthday someone overseas who I don’t know felt that God was speaking to them about me (long story). They said: “I see wild horses, untamed and all colours, unpredictable. I sense that you can count on the unpredictability in your life, this seems is “normal” to you. I am reminded of a song by… Continue reading Moving
I was talking with a friend recently and we were talking about how neither of us live in the city we grew up in. She was saying she hates going home because then she gets treated more like a daughter (the whole like “when will you be home” kind of stuff, dependant again). You forget… Continue reading Welcome home
In the last few years I’ve made a few trips to America. If I go for more than a few years without being there something doesn’t feel right. It’s so many things but ultimately it simple, I love it and it feels like home. I dreamt of living there since I was a kid. I… Continue reading Why America?
Growing up in the church, travelling a bit and working as a social worker I’ve come to understand that healing and miracles are pretty cool. People are broken and they get sick. I’ve prayed for people and people have prayed for me. I’ve had surgeries worth thousands of dollars on the public health system… Continue reading I want miracles.
I haven’t written in here for a while but its been on my mind for a while. I’m not going to update you on the last two years because that would be ridiculous but one thing hasn’t changed that much. I still seem better at getting words out on paper. It might be a bit… Continue reading He loves my mess