So the women hurried away from the tomb, afraid yet filled with joy, and ran to tell his disciples.Matt 28: 8-10 (NIV)
Suddenly Jesus met them. “Greetings,” he said. They came to him, clasped his feet and worshiped him.
Then Jesus said to them, “Don’t be afraid. Go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me.
The women in this passage were both, “afraid yet filled with joy”. This passage demonstrates how it is possible to have a turn around in your circumstances and still be fearful that it isn’t real.
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This phrase perfectly describes the sense of unbelief that you receive when things turn out unexpectedly for good. Even though the women have been greeted by Jesus. Even though they recognised him and touched him, clasping his feet. Yet, they are still fearful. So much so that he felt the need to reassure them and says to them, “Don’t be afraid”.
As you sit,
pen in hand,
the blank page of promise before you.
May inspiration arise within.
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My year runs in tandem with the school year, so I am really starting to get my mind around what 2017 will look like now. I have been labelling kids school supplies and checking uniforms and thinking about the year ahead.
Every year I chose a word for the year, and I will tell you my word for 2017 in my next post. But as I prepare to start this year it is a good idea to review last year’s word. I say word but in 2016 I chose a question … ‘fear or faith?’
When you ask the question ‘fear or faith?’ And then you choose faith, you find that faith leads you to places of deep vulnerability.
Continue reading “2016: faith, vulnerability and community”
This year I posed a very bold question over my year. ‘Fear or faith?’
As has happened every year, unexpected words have attached themselves to these words. And I have been very surprised to how these two much more gentle words have grown stronger in me … ‘grace and space’.
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The girls go back to school tomorrow, and mentally I am preparing myself for the school gate question, ‘How was your holidays?’
Because my answer is something like this, ‘Beautiful and scary, peaceful and stressful, idyllic and insane.’
Continue reading “on holidays, stitches and the brutiful life”
I have placed the words “fear or faith” over my year. Then I have worked all year on choosing faith. Time and again choosing faith. Situation after situation choosing faith.
Continue reading “on Mary Oliver, regrets, and guarantees”