Tagged with Soul

I played my cards

I played my cards

I played my cards, I said. She knew what I meant.  I’d used that worldly-wise part of me.  That part which knows when you’re playing games.  That part which ill-tolerates being taken for a fool.  I’d smiled the sweetest of smiles and I’d countered his check with a checkmate. I’d enjoyed playing my cards too, truth … Continue reading

Dismantle all my defences

Dismantle all my defences

Dismantle all my defences, Lord. This, the cry of my heart.  Dismantle them, one by one.  All that holds me back from deeper union with you. Too long what is most true of me has been hidden, defended.  And though I seek now to remove the fences, to let you see what you have always … Continue reading

Hidden in the secret of his presence

Hidden in the secret of his presence

I’ve been reading in Simone Weil’s Waiting on God again.  It fascinates me how sometimes Jesus brings the same word through multiple sources.  Apparently unconnected, they build upon one another to reiterate the identical message.  Present to him first and, for now, to him only.  This time, though, the language is not of presence but of attending.  Attending … Continue reading

He tames my soul

He tames my soul

Listen to this from Simone Weil’s Waiting on God which describes so well a dynamic which I’ve noticed in me: The soul seeks nothing so much as contact…with God; but at the same time it flies from it.  When the soul flies from anything it is always trying to get away, either from the horror of ugliness, or … Continue reading

Presence to Jesus as embattled reality

Presence to Jesus as embattled reality

Present to him and to my self.  Absent – for now – to people.  That was what it was going to be. He’s said it clearly enough, after all.  And he’s shown me how this thing, because it will overflow in time to others, is not inconsistent with the biggest theological treasure which I have … Continue reading

Risking wild grace

Risking wild grace

I see a little girl, dwarfed by the gift box which she is carrying.  Barely able to get her arms around enough of it that she will not drop it.  Unable to see round the corners of this trust which she is holding so tightly, and staggering slightly as she embraces its enormity. That little girl is … 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

Let me say again…

Let me say again…

This is the third post in a series of four which I wrote a while ago but didn’t want to post at the time.  I’m not in the same place today that I was then; as a result, I’m tempted to edit the writing to soften or finesse it, but I’ve chosen not to! Though … Continue reading

It is well with my soul

It is well with my soul

This is the first post in a series of four which I wrote a while ago but didn’t want to post at the time.  I’m not in the same place today that I was then; as a result, I’m tempted to edit the writing to soften or finesse it, but I’ve chosen not to! Though … Continue reading