wisdomshouts

Silencing the shoulds

I’m struggling to silence the shoulds today. It’s an ongoing battle. Apparently responsibility is one of my top 5 strengths – truth is it feels more like a curse. It amplifies the shoulds. The should soundtrack goes like this, you may have a similar one. You should have finished that by now. You should haveContinue reading “Silencing the shoulds”

Take me to the safe place

Father gather me into your arms. To stay in your love until I’m convinced that I’m good enough. Till I’m sure that I belong to you. Till I’m secure in your all encompassing grace. Take me to the safe place, to the hidden place; tucked under your feathery arms, my head on your chest. IContinue reading “Take me to the safe place”

The stretch in ‘followership’

Stretched. Pulled relentlessly. Growing pains or a pregnancy stretching my soul’s skin and muscles. Almost breaking but stopping short. There is pain and discomfort in the expansion. But I never break. Eventually the increase becomes normal in time for the process to begin again. This is leadership, or maybe better put as ‘followership’. I followContinue reading “The stretch in ‘followership’”

Crowned with compassion

He redeems my life from the pit. From the place of despair, of isolation and hopelessness. He takes me from there and then He puts crowns on me. Crowns of love – I get that one. But a crown of compassion? It’s more than just His compassion for me – it’s a crown that displaysContinue reading “Crowned with compassion”

My top 5 Holiday essentials

Confession time. This post has been sitting in my draft folder since mid July. I procrastinate and ruminate too much with this blog. So for any of you lucky enough to be heading on holiday/vacation in September (my personal fav time of year to escape) here’s my top 5. For the rest of us dreamingContinue reading “My top 5 Holiday essentials”

Bookshops

I get overwhelmed in book shops. Too many stories unread. Beautiful books that belong in my home Words to be heard silenced on the shelves I want to read so many of them It’s not the cost of them that’s my barrier It’s the time that I can’t spare.

I dreamt of being … #bringbackourgirls

When I was a teenager many moons ago I dreamt of being a wife and a mum. Unpopular choice in the liberated eighties when young girls like me where encouraged and told that we could have it all; career, friends, car, holidays, husband and children eventually. What I never, ever comprehended to be possible, neverContinue reading “I dreamt of being … #bringbackourgirls”

Stories are everywhere

Who lived here? From first tenant until now. Who were these people? What were their names, their ages? How many slammed this door in anger? Did these bricks absorb the laughter and joy and mix them with the tears and grief of lives lived together? These letters etched tell a story. Unheard now but inscribedContinue reading “Stories are everywhere”

Our own sacred scared : Chantel

The response to this mini series has been very encouraging. It has been an honest privilege to host these vulnerable and honest ‘Sacred scared’ guest posts. I have loved watching how each of the writers (and yes before you try and dismiss this idea – you are a writer) cheered each other on and haveContinue reading “Our own sacred scared : Chantel”

Our own sacred scared : Anita

guest post from a friend and very gifted artist Anita So what is it, what is my biggest fear – what am I really scared over, what is that deep gnawing feeling within me, the one that aches, the one that likes to tug at my shirt tails as I try to move forward, theContinue reading “Our own sacred scared : Anita”