Poem: Let me count the ways

Let me count the ways you love me…

An eon’s not enough in time.

You call me, call me, call me.

And I continue to hide.

While your love spans the ages,

And I have turned away

You love me, love me, love me.

But I never stay.

It’s only when I’m on my knees

And I can no longer run

You bless me, bless me, bless me

And I come undone.

Lord carry me, carry me, carry me.

And I will count the ways

You love me, love me, love me

I will sing your praise.

Poem: Lean in closer

Lean in closer

Hear His whisper

He is sending me.

Always yearning

Keep me learning

Keening for me.

And he holds me

Tighter than ever

As I slip and slide.

Bathing me

Like a child

Washing me clean.

Lean in closer

Feel the whisper

Embracing me

Fires burning

My soul is yearning

Simply to BE.

His still strong voice

Calling me

Like a child

Making me clean.

Poem: Time goes quickly

Time goes so quickly,

When I’m moved to praise you!

When you’re filling my heart

And I am thankful, the minutes slip by.

Is it because I’m looking up

And no longer looking at my feet?

Finally seeing your light and glory,

And not sluggish darkness that weighs me?

Down, so down, down it threatens to drag me.

But when I lift my arms to you,

And cry “Father!” you hear me.

Embrace me Lord, enfold me.

Reawaken my soul on fire!

Lift my eyes to you

Like a tender love 

So all I see is you, and none other.

• “He will call out to me, ‘You are my Father, my God, the Rock my Saviour.’” Psalm‬ ‭89:26‬ ‭

RTBT: Thank you Lord for the freedom we have to love and praise you openly

Baby

We prayed you into the world. 
Our love for each other,

And our faith in our Creator

Were the spark of a light

That will now never be extinguished.

That light grows, like you in my womb

More than love – something else…

An awareness that you, little you,

Will change our lives forever.

We will be yours, and you ours.

A knowledge that my heart

Is now indelibly scarred,

With your name. For a while

We will be your world,

Your guiding light, your flame.

 

Waiting To Know

Thoughtful.

Sadie Hasler

The question “when are you going to have a baby, Sadie?” is like coleslaw. I get it about twice a week. People who barely know me feel fine asking it irrespective of whether they know I can or want to. They come straight in with the “when?” It seems it’s open fodder for anyone who can see you’re carrying a vagina somewhere about your person. It’s more permissible than enquiring about people’s finances or true feelings on love. It’s almost clinical. But the ‘when’ is important. Because time is of the essence.

I’ve always fobbed off the questions, light and smiling, as though having a baby is like going on a hiking trip around Guatamala; possible, but not likely. I’ve been paddling at the luxurious deep end of biological grace; the right side of the right time.

I’m writing a play about the choice that women have to make, about two women –…

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Hello Ash Wednesday

Excuse the reflective mood. Lent starts today, so it’s got me thinking a bit more about others.

I stumbled across this while flicking through Pinterest this morning:

Isaiah 58-10Very much the theme for my life at the moment, my new job working for ASLAN, putting pen to paper again (ok, tapping on keys) with HJ – it seems a lot is being shuffled into perspective!

What’s wonderful about Lent is that it crosses religion, and even cultures. Ask most people in the street, and they will know that it’s a time when you have to ‘give something up’. But what if you turn it on it’s head and, instead of giving something up, make it a time when you DO something you wouldn’t normally do?

I’ve been openly confronted by some who ask ‘why should I give something up?’ Well, if you don’t want to, don’t! But…you’re missing the point…

The main reasons Christians ‘do’ Lent is to reflect on the time Jesus spent 40 days and nights alone in the desert. It’s the time leading up to Jesus’ crucifixion and subsequent resurrection (Easter) when he gave up food and companionship to pray and be closer to God, his father.

At the heart of Christianity is a hope that we’d help and love the needy, the hungry and the lonely. Sometimes that’s really hard to do. Especially when your initial kindness is rejected or ridiculed by others.

Video: Moved to write by Marcken