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After Cherith

After Cherith

After Cherith would it ever be the same again? Days of blistering heat and boredom, nights of bitter cold and silence.  This had been Cherith.  Temptation constant to escape the silent lonely.  Hidden from the plots of men – yet somehow not the strife of tongues.  Voices in the prophet’s mind relentless.  Incessantly crying for … Continue reading

Even wild gentleness too?

Even wild gentleness too?

Photo credit Days of blistering heat and boredom.  Nights of bitter cold and silence.  And the word that flew a distant memory.  The dark comes suddenly in the desert.  Before you know it, the blackness is utter.  Complete.  The only sound the trickle of the wadi, slower now but still just enough.  Always just enough. … Continue reading

Done with obscurity

Done with obscurity

Elijah was done with obscurity.  He’d paid his dues.  Years in the silent rockiness of Gilead.  Faithfully praying.  Learning what it meant to stand before the LORD the God of Israel. Yes, Elijah was done with obscurity, for now he had stood before the king.  He had made that fateful declaration, the one he had … Continue reading

Six things

Six things

I had an ambitious sabbatical list.  Only six things on it but they were six BIG things! The thing is, God has more than given me what I asked for.  Not, of course, that it was looking good even three weeks ago!  God is like that with me.  He keeps me waiting, the girl who … Continue reading

Last day of sabbatical

Last day of sabbatical

It’s so long since I have posted that I hardly know what to say.  Words are backed up, piling on top of one another in their eagerness to get out and blocking all flow of thought.  There is so much to tell in a month where I have not even blogged once.  So much to … Continue reading

A sabbatical liturgy

A sabbatical liturgy

I’m past the halfway point with this sabbatical now.  I’m not entirely sure how I feel about that, to be honest.  Time runs faster and faster, it seems to me.  Though, bit by bit, I am getting better at this walking slower thing! There’s a part of me which my husband refers to as must-achieve.  Affectionately, … Continue reading

Going to church

Going to church

So yeah, as I was saying, the church… Sunday morning.  New week, new church.* I walk in, trying to look somewhat less like the lost stray that I feel.  I take a service sheet if it’s on offer.  Or I nod and smile at the person on the door.  Sometimes they shake my hand.  But … Continue reading

Ministry on the margins

Ministry on the margins

It’s been educational, this visiting other churches thing. On lots of levels, I guess. To be honest, I can’t work out why anyone would actually go to any of the Sunday services I’ve been to unless they’d fallen irrevocably in love with Jesus and therefore also with his people.  (You get caught up with him, … Continue reading

More profoundly, more brightly…

More profoundly, more brightly…

I wonder if you have any idea of how profoundly, how brightly, you bring Jesus. That was all she said.  Well, actually, all she wrote – since we were still in silence at the time. It touched me so much then and has continued to come back to me since.  I think it is so … Continue reading