Tagged with Spirituality

Figs in due season

Figs in due season

Sometimes the longing for more obscures the gift of the moment.  I’ve seen it again today, as I swam length after length of that almost-empty pool.  For there is something I have wanted, waited for.  It has been a long time.  And I believe God will give it but he has not yet. I remembered … Continue reading

Imagination prepared

Imagination prepared

The silence prepares the imagination to receive an incredible truth. Eugene Peterson, Reversed Thunder. Ten months since the viva.  Ten months of mostly silence.  And more preparing than receiving. The incredible truth has yet to be given. Don’t misunderstand.  There have been great joys.  The red gown and prophesying of the thing burning to be … Continue reading

Small faithfulnesses

Small faithfulnesses

These are the days of small faithfulnesses.  A season of nearly six months where it is enough to have worked all day, to have ploughed through task after task until eventually it is time to sleep and begin again.  Days when progress against the task is small.  That though I work hard and fast, without … Continue reading

Friend, yes.  And slave, yes.

Friend, yes. And slave, yes.

He called me friend, that Man.  He called me friend and I thought I knew. No longer slave, for I know what the Master is doing.  Friend, because all that he has heard from the Father is now made known to me.  He holds nothing back, itself a mystery beyond fathom. I am friend, his … Continue reading

My words for you alone

My words for you alone

Oh, how I wish you would submit to my boxes. And how I delight that you sidestep them so sweetly.  With a smile which is a cross between mischievous and pleased with yourself. The person contemplating can have no control over the other…  If the other is a person, then all we can do is … Continue reading

Entering the silence

Entering the silence

The presence of silence can have a thickness like incense hanging heavy in the air.  When silence appears as a spirit, a presence, then a great deal can be learned if silence is willingly embraced.  In these gifted moments, the presence of silence must be listened to as if it were the greatest sage of … Continue reading

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

You do not have to be good

You do not have to be good

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Mary Oliver, ‘Wild Geese’ Three months ago I called this.  It would be a season of … Continue reading

You were in this place

You were in this place

You’d gone ahead.  Lit the lamps.  Again.  Made yourself at home.  And you were waiting. You were in this place and I didn’t know. In the second that my car passed the frontage of the property before turning in, I felt it.  That frisson of nerves.  Because of your proximity. Not that I even know … Continue reading