I thought I could handle this one myself. That I didn’t need help from others. A ‘pioneering, do-it-yourself’ attitude had worked its way into the rebuilding of my life. I thought to myself ‘I don’t need others to know what is going on, I can handle it all, it will work out ok.’ […]
This was never going to be a typical funeral. This was the celebration of a life well lived by a mother to 11 children. A strong farmers wife who not only milked the cows, preserved the fruit but also cared with deep love for each of her children. One of the […]
Sometimes the knife of life drives right to the core of your being. It wrenches around till your bleeding in grief. Your speechless in shock, numb in movement and it feels like the very essence of life has been sucked out of you. You mourn because there is no other worthy […]
Do you like questions being asked of you? I don’t think any of us like that feeling of potential shame and exposure. Ever since Adam hid himself from the gentle questions of a loving God we have chosen to avoid, hide and lie to camouflage the obviousness of a problem. I […]
The Habit Poem I am your constant companion. I am your greatest helper or your heaviest burden. I will push you onward or drag you down to failure.
Christmas time can be one of those times when you can feel miserable. Often this is because in our minds we play a little comparison game. We compare our lot in life, our situation, and our ability to give, to what we perceive in others.
You have to scratch where people itch. Have you ever been asked to scratch someone’s back. You start to scratch and then they say a little to the left, up a bit, down a bit then the words ‘ahh’ drift out. You know that you have found the spot. When […]
Recently I have been reading and practising Mindfulness. I have found it very helpful, so I thought it would be good to get some advice and guidance around Mindfulness. I tracked down Richard Johnston who has a website dedicated to Christian Mindfulness. So I sent him some questions. 1. What is […]
I was always on the lookout for black wool. I raised on a sheep farm here in New Zealand and whenever shearing time came around I was in the shearing shed working alongside those lean muscular men, shearing our sheep.
I have always marvelled at the skill of those who played the sport of Lawn Bowls. In this very English game, a small heavy ball is bowled down a perfectly flat green lawn at such a pace that it will come to rest next to a smaller white ball. Rather […]