She

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I’m joining with the #Five Minute Friday group of writers today to write on their one word prompt for 5 minutes. Today’s prompt is: She

I don’t know why, but perhaps it is because I am reading through Genesis just now, but when I saw the prompt my immediate thought was of Adam saying to God “She gave me the fruit”, She made me eat it, She is to blame!!!

We all do that don’t we? Well I do anyway, I blame others, I deflect the blame away from myself, I self-justify why I have sinned, or fallen or done or said something I shouldn’t have. We don’t want to be the bad one, we don’t want to be thought of as unkind, so we justify our words and actions to make them sound acceptable.

However, there is no excuse! We have sinned, we have been unkind, said some not nice things, got angry in the heat of the moment and we need to acknowledge that, we need to hold our hands up and say, ‘that was me, I did that’ because only then can we come to God in repentance and only then can we receive His forgiveness, His grace.

So next time instead of blaming, let us acknowledge ‘it was me’ and turn to God for His grace to forgive and wipe us clean of this blame game.

Permission

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Joining today with the #Five Minute Friday community of writers who write for 5 minutes on a one word prompt. Today’s Prompt is: Permission.

There are a lot of changes coming into my life in the next few weeks, a lot of readjustments needing to be made, so this is a timely prompt for me to give myself permission to be confused; permission to be apprehensive; permission to be indecisive; permission to just not know what to think.

Coming out of lockdown, going back to work, a journey to a (far away) city with my daughter who has been home for 5 months; returning to an empty nest; work; church even? All familiar, ‘used to dos’; yet now unfamiliar, unknown.

So in the midst of the readjusting I need to give myself permission to be kind to myself, permission to give myself space; permission to give myself soul-care; permission to receive grace.

Permission just to breathe in grace; to receive grace for my weaknesses, for my unknowns, for my mistakes, for my apprehensions.

Grace.

Grace because I am weak, I am flawed, I am human and if there is one thing I need it is grace.

So these next few weeks, I’m giving grace permission to come and heal, forgive, restore and wash over me.

Monday Musings: Voices

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I have been pondering recently our different voices and how not only have we all got a story to tell, but that we tell it in our own way with our own ‘voice’.

Each story is different, each voice is different.

The ability for others to receive a story and to hear a voice differs from one to the other.

Sometimes it is hard to share our stories, they may contain shame, they may not be pleasant and they certainly make us vulnerable when we open up and share. However, I believe in the power of story, I believe it is in our stories that we find connection with others and it is in connection that we find grace to heal and bring relief.

But just as each of these stories are individualistic, so too are our voices, they contain our own special emphasis and nuance, they bring something of ‘us’ into the story, they personalize the story.

So how do we want to speak out our story? In shame and whispers? Or with grace and humility knowing that the One who writes our stories, is the One who redeems our stories and is the One who asks us to speak them out. Speak out the story of His redemption, speak out the story of His Love, speak out the story of His graces which reaches us in the depths and heights and midst of the messing middles.

Tell out His story which He is writing in our lives and do it with heads and hands raised high, giving the glory to the author & finisher of our story. Tell it out with voices full of confidence in our God, tell it out with awe, tell it with joy, tell it with the voice the Author has given us.

How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him who brings good news,

who publishes peace, who brings good news of happiness,

who publishes salvation,

who says to Zion, “Your God reigns.”

Isaiah 52:7

Endure

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This post is written to link with #Five Minute Friday: write for five minutes on a one-word prompt. The prompt today is “ENDURE”.

To endure = to bear without resistance or with patience.

And there my dear friends is my problem! I don’t seem to be able to bear with patience or without resistance! My first instinct at the first sign of trouble, pain or suffering is always resistance! I don’t want this trouble in my life, I want it out, finished with, never to return. I don’t want to endure hardship, I would much rather have an easy life, so I don’t endure with patience, I fret, I worry, I am cranky, I berate God with ‘why me’!

I have yet to learn grace to endure with patience, grace to bear without resistance.

Despite the fact God has taught me again and again about acceptance and surrender, it doesn’t seem to come easy for me; there is always an initial resistance.

I envy those who seem to bear with great patience the many sorrows of life, those who seem to accept both the good and bad things that come with the same grace and equanimity.

I long to grow in that grace, grace which endures, grace to rejoice in the enduring, grace to accept, grace to surrender without the struggle, without the resistance,

“Should we accept only good things from the hand of God and never anything bad?” (Job 2:10)