Reflecting.

Reflecting over life today, and taking some moments to be thankful to Yeshua for answered prayer, his protection and guidance, and for hope—for who He is as well as what He does.

I See

I see the beauty of Papa’s heart reflected in creation. I see the gold of His motives in the sunset and His grace spilling out across the sea…

The Mob Mentality

When initially the sheep had been still, all was calm. But now they were bolting left, right and centre, the ground was stirred up. Just the sounds of their moving hooves was breeding fear among them. Panic was begetting panic. Literally, because they were so focused on the non-existent fear of it all, they didn’t have time to stop, think, or even assess if what first began the raucous mob behaviour was even “a thing”…

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From Anxiety Into Peace

Sweaty palms, uncontrollable shaking, heart racing, self fragmenting. Restriction squeezing breath from lungs. Not seeing through eyes, but rather, through panicked, crackling frequencies of flick-flick-flick-flickering light… but there is a way out.

The New Has Come

The old has gone and the new has come. Yesterday’s buds (revelations, being wise in our own eyes, churchianity, christianese, and ‘right’ inspirations) are now withered, and are being pruned away for fruitfulness. Newness is budding on the branches of the Vine.

Still, Small Voice

…most wars are incensed and driven by propaganda through news media sources, entertainment, and (now) social media algorithms… but do we need to oblige propaganda in this way?

New Landscapes

How do we see the new spiritual landscape we already intuit by the Spirit of God? Where is it? And how do we get there?

Freewiting || No Filter

Child within, we are in a time where the paper kingdoms of the world are being brought down. Are you ready to be you again? Are you ready to dream again? 
Are you ready to stand in your place of freedom and just.be.you? I can’t wait to see you partnering with ushering in the new.

Words and ‘Thank You’

Because I am a words person, there are days when I hear too many words and my brain can’t keep up. This is when overwhelm can kick in. Why? Well, I muse over words. I say them. I like to savour their rhythms, intonations, combinations and meanings in the same way another might savour a fine wine or a favourite meal. Words mean something to me. So when I see words being used as weapons, it angers me…