TB2: morning moments

Good morning/afternoon (wherever you are in the world right now!). Here’s to unfiltered thoughts + my [late] in-transit update. Before I capture + convey the cultural elements here in India I want to share some raw anxieties. Hypochondria can be crippling, fears gripping. Oh the shame. But maybe you can relate?

the wind blows these trees around me and

i hear the birds chirping and

there are branches breaking and i


oh, how powerfully i


one of those branches








right there, out of the tree

onto me

i can hear it snapping now

see clearly my bones crushed

hair no longer whipped in the wind

but weighed down

with blood

oh how unruly are these thoughts

what is wrong with me?

do others think this way?

anticipating death

in every waking breath

i am not afraid of death

in fact, death is more of an absurd friend

familiar, not foreign

an ever-present reality

a known future in my forever-full-of-unknowns existence

when i wake, my departure awaits

fresh on the brain are unfinished fears from last night

before slumber stole consciousness

i was overhyped with awareness

my pulse was awfully slow, my veins protruding in wrists and hands

maybe i am dehydrated, i thought

so i had tried to wash away these thoughts

gulp away yesterday

i often only share my beautiful, my lovely

those words that are pleasing to one’s mind

rhythmic, poetic, profound of another kind

these i keep, these i preach

but my heart

it often has another sort of beat

one of despair, a cycle of deceit

lies, lies, oh how they blind

hence my lines, my words, my poetry

are helpless attempts to amend

– or pretend? –

to dwell on what is pure and lovely

preach those truths i need so desperately to believe


if i’m honest

there are a whole lot of lies living inside of me

a lot of darkness that continually threatens to enclose me

i sit here now, under this tree

sipping my last Australian coffee for a while

i can’t help but notice how

sitting in the shade

the light is more scattered

it’s dancing all around me

the golden flecks with green pockets

the hair of the earth is doing cardio all around me

all i can do is sit a statue of this energy

the grass alive

i realise the power of God at work in and around me

he breathes every living thing into being

he holds every life in his hand

 he fills all he has made

but what strikes me is how he calls





i walk to the suburb next door, the one with the Italian flavour

i can almost taste the onion and tomatoes as i walk down the streets

there are petals on the ground and kids on vacation

i end up in a coffee store around the corner

waiting for the barista

unable to put my finger on how surreal it is

to be ordering coffee

when in a few hours i will be stuck in the air

remembering the taste of the beans

as i leave i mention that i am flying today

the old Italian man smiles to his ears

he and the young barista boy – probably his son – wish me farewell

so i thank them for the coffee

and i leave in the echo of their comments


“safe travels”


i start to trail these streets

unsure how to get to the bay

reminded how connection brings warmth

those Italians made my morning

conversation lightening day


when you’re in an empty home, living by yourself

you appreciate these little things


otherwise you wouldn’t speak to anyone

you are alone in your own thoughts

stuck inside your head

sometimes that is good, reflection is a friend

but sometimes there are destructive and distorted channels of thought

they steal your joy


today i choose to give thanks

i’m thankful for the small gestures of kindness from one human heart to another

in all this

though we may geographically change

and our emotional, physiological and mental states may change

what remains the same is the power of love

it comes back to that simple truth

i am loved

whether or not warmth is exchanged, pleasantries shared

there is One who knows me by my true name

b e l o v e d

though i may change, my identity doesn’t

my relationship with my Heavenly Father doesn’t

i am secure in Christ, a righteousness not of my own

because he so loved

he gave

he saves

as i stand and

sit and

wonder and


i marvel not only at this world around me

these people around me

but in His great love for me

His great mercy

in sending His son to redeem

to put right

to restore

i know that nothing can separate me from the love of God that is in Christ








no thoughts of despair

no fear of death

no powers or authorities of this earth

nothing can separate me from him

[ Romans 8:38-9 ]


 For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

TB1: six days

There are blobs of yellow, billows of steam.

The air is cool, the breath seen.

The day is waiting, the workers waking.

A scarecrow sits un-tempted,

The trees stand tall and slender.

As dirt spreads off-beaten tracks,

Cows wander and wait, no owners whip their backs.

Fog creeps across the plains,

As mothers whisper their babies names.

The children run and scream,

Cricket a sport of their dreams.

Mud huts line the fields.

Elders watch and wait for crops to yield.

Life is but a simple scene.

Peace greets a passerby.

The earth sings a lullaby.

With fresh skies and no empty lives.

The ground rejoices and holds rich resources.

Move from city.

Move to country.

Meet the modest.

Seek the honest.

Trace the stars.

Seek God’s heart.

Bless the poor.

Sing with no remorse.

Hold your breath.

India, no place of rest.

Yet rural provides space to overcome each test.

Lose your toes to the cold.

Lose the selfishness in your bones.

Life, seen from an Indian bike.

Preparing for my second global studio (university elective) to India, I happened upon this poem (above) and reflection (below) from my last journey. The poem was written while on a bus through rural India and the reflection from my “first kiss” reaction after touchdown.

“Travelling has increased my awareness.

Awareness of my skin colour, hair, mannerisms, accent, and my speed/style of speaking.

It is daunting. To be seen. To be different. To be “foreign”. 

From the airport we walked out into cold air, bright lights, dark sky, and crowds.

We found our names on a sign and manoeuvred through the horizon of eyes who could not peel their gaze from us.

This is not a stare of the movies; it is quite discomforting.

I feel like prey. This is not the “attention” women desire. 

We leave bones and flesh for the window and wheels.

The roads are chaotic in India. There are no words to explain it.

Lines mean nothing. There are signs to advise locals “Lane driving is sane driving”.

But. Traffic is a game.

Different honks signify different moves on this playing board.

The roaring of traffic and chorus of honks are not rude gestures but common communication.

Cars have a voice. 

I ask a few questions but the driver doesn’t understand what I am asking.

It’s pretty humbling when you try to speak another language because you realise you don’t really know how to express yourself. “

Stay tuned for some upcoming travel posts (and please pray!) xx

“many are the plans in a person’s heart but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails”
> proverbs 19:21
why would I go back
when the memories are both
i still remember the deep chill
when I lay
s h u d d e r i n g
in pain
unsure of my life state
but I also remember
the love murmurs
for people and place
ahh such cultural abundance!
that is india
two years ago was an unexpected adventure
and here we are again
another global studio
last time was a testament to a deep need
for deliverance from darkness
into the light of the grace + knowledge of Christ
for His purposes are good
His plans surpass our own
> please pray
for the people + the place
for provision + protection

via @jessieschilling



the little created one

Mama called me over. The door had gently shut as the two men of the house still lay in slumber. Having accidentally had my alarm still set for 5.30am, I was awake to see Mama off to work. As she came back inside, her voice echoed through the winter-chilled walls.

Can you come and rescue this bird for me?

Curiosity pricked my heart. I was gently rocking in the grandma chair that comforted my weary limbs, fan heater blasting a warm breath on my summer pyjamas. As I moved outside, the early morning ice invited me on an adventure. I tiptoed on the winter rain, stripping off my socks and flirting with the puddles. The car rested, a statue of slumber, eager for a visitor after the long night.

“I think he may have broken his foot or have a damaged wing”

Mama pointed to the little brown bird near the back wheel. She had called for backup in her rescue mission, someone to come and care for this little created one. The early morning commute was demanding her attention as we stood at the edge of the garage.

As I neared the little bird, I was unsure of it’s predicament. Would it fly away? Would it stay? Scooping it up, I hoped it wouldn’t flurry away. But the small feathered body erupted, shivering.

This is winter’s welcome; inviting us all to release our deepest fears, 
to shake away the thought that our souls aren’t so still
 … aren’t so warm and filled.

I struggled to grasp the little created one, not wanting to press too tight, to hold too firm, to break it’s feathered body. As the brown blur escaped me, I realised how frightening fragility is. Fear arises when we see a need, an innocence, a wounding – and are unable to do anything. Helplessness is paralysing.

The little one scurried away, struggling to remain a ruler-width above the ground. My fear increased as the wings beat above the bitumen, in line of more danger. I imagined those early morning commuters with their coffee comas missing this blur of broken beauty. So with bare legs I pursued my little friend. Scooping him up again, I gently held him in my cupped palm … but he broke free. I let those little wings fly as he fluttered over the garden and fence. Gone like the wind.

That morning, I made and lost a little friend. I don’t know where he went, whether his wing healed … but I saw him saved from harms way. I thank God for the little glimpse at the beauty of a rescue mission. And I wanted to share my learnings. I found it interesting how the one being rescued tried to escape and fly away. Often the thought of being helped makes us stubborn. We associate need with being weak. So we attempt to do it ourselves, using our own strength. And because of our need, we often fail miserably. By choosing our own way, we miss the strength found in shared burdens and the power of surrender. Oh don’t we all wish we could bear our burdens alone, show off our strength and might to make a successful life for ourselves… When inside we’re falling apart, unable to do it alone. We don’t realise we’re on the other side of the rescue mission… we try to save ourselves, to be superwoman (or superman) … when really we’re the one needing to be rescued.

We need a Rescuer who knows our needs better than we do.
A Rescuer who will pursue and provide for us.
A Rescuer whose power is made perfect in weakness.

What a beautiful revelation. To be reminded of the need for humility, confession and the recognition of failure and inability. How often we can fear weakness and be afraid of our sin and shortcoming. Yet how reassuring to reflect upon the humility, forgiveness and victory found in Jesus. To know that the Father’s love for us is perfect and he knows our deepest need.

He is consistent and persistent in his pursuit.

His love is relentless.
His care and compassion is one of deliberation and determination.
He is the Rescuer who is intentional and intimate, reaching far and wide.
His love never fails.
He leaves 99 to search for 1. 
Seeking out the lost.
Searching the ends of the earth.
Calling those in need.

He is waiting.
Ready to restore and repair.
Ready to reconcile.

He has made a way for this restoration, this reconciliation in the blood of his Son. There is now NOTHING that can separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus. Because of Christ righteousness’ we can come before God, pure and holy as he is holy. He calls us to this holiness, to himself, pursuing us and setting us apart. His is a ministry of reconciliation.

How he loves each and everyone of his created, and calls them to be with him forever! 

For I am sure that neither death nor life,
nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come,
nor powers,
 nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation,
will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord
~ Rom. 8:38-9

Emotional Daze

Emotions. They’re raw, they’re real.

So real the pain and exhaustion from our emotions can leave us in a daze. Scarred and scared. Rubbed raw. In this daze we attempt to drift through life, floating over tumultuous waters, trying not to sink or swim… but fly.

When we’re in an emotional daze, how can we find strength and energy again?

If only we could rise above the emotions and situations while also getting underneath, to understand them and uncover their source. It’s all a big paradox because we can’t understand our feelings when they’re so fleeting. What’s more, if we keep floating and flying around them, the emotions will continue to escape us as we fail to express them in the moment. The emotions manifest instead as a kettle of confusion, and finding clarity is like attempting to boil the ocean.  But. We need to float and fly through life, above our emotions, because how else will we survive?  If we dive deep then maybe we can get beneath the surface of situations to the root of the problem (past wounding). If we fly then maybe we can get above our feelings to gain some perspective.

Sink, swim, dive, fly. Who is doing all the work here?  Why do we try to do it in our own strength?

Emotions are not a weakness, but when we give them power they leave an emptiness in our spirits that only God can enter and fill with His strength. His wings are sufficient to wade in the deepest waters and to fly in the fiercest winds.

God sent His very own Son to penetrate every paradox, so that we (unholy and dirty) might be able to enter His presence. He is a God who is infinitely holy, eternally righteous and pure at heart. He has sent his Spirit of power, love and self-control, to fight for us and within us. The Spirit enables us to experience the objective truth of Jesus death and resurrection, his finished work at the Cross. By God’s grace we have received salvation in Christ, and this is deliverance. He delivers us from this evil age and the rebellion that wages war in us as we are tempted to ignore God and choose our own path, our own flight, where we will sink and float and never quite gain the strength on our own to keep swimming.

What does this all mean?

Our emotions might empty or exhaust, but God fills and upholds. God is in control. God knows our emotions. He wants us to entrust our rubbed raw selves to Him for repair, reconstruction, and renewal. He wants us to also stop rubbing ourselves raw when we choose to follow our fleshly desires, our sinful natures that steal our sight from the cross of Christ and the blessing found in being a part of God’s family, in his presence.

Will you continue to escape from your emotions, or will you allow our mighty Eagle Warrior to enter those places of emotional scarring?

My housemate said something startling the other week. How emotional neglect, the art of omission in childhood, can have a real impact on us emotionally, psychologically and spiritually. I see this. Our emotions are echoes of wounds we have received and are vulnerable to. But Christ was wounded on our behalf, and that is a great comfort, knowing he was willing to go where we could not go, to do what we could not do, to take that cup of suffering, turning to his Father’s will. Our will and emotions can seem so powerful at times, so painful at others. But God’s will is mightier, stronger, and so much better. He has a plan and a purpose and his desires are not for our destruction but for our salvation. And what a joy to know that he disciplines those he loves. This discipline itself provokes painful emotions at times, but our suffering in this life produces a perseverance that will spur us to seek first the Kingdom of God and pursue him, trust him and love him until Christ is formed in us and until he returns!

“For this is a gracious thing, when, mindful of God, one endures sorrows while suffering unjustly. For what credit is it if, when you sin and are beaten for it, you endure? But if when you do good and suffer for it you endure, this is a gracious thing in the sight of God. For to this you have been called, because Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example, so that you might follow in his steps. He committed no sin, neither was deceit found in his mouth. When he was reviled, he did not revile in return; when he suffered, he did not threaten, but continued entrusting himself to him who judges justly. He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed. For you were straying like sheep, but have now returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of your souls.”

– 1 Peter 2:19-25

How extraordinary that Christ endured suffering for us, that in him we have an example of how to respond in times of need. Let us choose to turn to the Lord in our emotional need as well as our physical and spiritual needs. Let us cry to him for help, let pleas of mercy escape our hearts as we acknowledge that we cannot save ourselves or fly on our own ~ we need his Eagle Wings. He promises to protect us, provide for us, to lead us into his everlasting peace.

On a rather large end note, I’m currently reading “What Your Body Knows About God: How We Are Designed To Connect, Serve and Thrive” by Rob Moll. I love how Moll combines neuroscience findings with the Bible to bring meaning to what it means to be created in God’s image and for communion with him and others. The Bible speaks of us as whole beings, not separable parts.

“We think with our feelings, and our feelings are nothing more than the state of our bodies. That’s why they’re called feelings. This is what scientists call embodied cognition … How we feel and how we think are not so easily separated … We feel before we think, and if we don’t feel we can’t actually think … All of our deep logic, well-thought theology and worldview tend to arise from our desires and our loves rather than shaping them. Our job, then, is to train our desires to love the right things. In the language of neuroscience, we need to get the “reward circuitry” of our brains to fire to images of “love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness” (Gal.5:22).

“Not only is God interested in our intellectual or emotional connection to him; he has designed our bodies to intimately participate in this relationship, to connect to him and to the people around us”

“As we regularly commune with God, we create neural pathways that strengthen our relationship, eliminating those things that would detract from our growth and reinforcing and developing those habits that lead to our sanctification. This is how God designed us to thrive.”




Awaken Me

Let me not be one of the ones who knows Jesus as my Saviour

But not as my Lord

Let me not be one of the ones who knows Jesus as Lord

But fails to give him permission to rule 

Who am I to think I have any authority over my life

No self-confidence or autonomy provides assurance for the soul

Lord enthrone my heart

You are the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords

The Author of salvation 

The Ruler of all created

Let your glory reign

Destroy the idols and obsessions in my life that steal from the glory, honour, power and dominion that is rightly yours 

Let me not set up things, unless they are known by by you

Let me not make idols for my own destruction

Let me not build my own house and labour in vain

Lord into your mighty hand I surrender the sins that cling so tight

I thank you that in Christ you have broken the chains of sin and death

By your power enable me to flee from the flesh and walk by your Spirit

By your might break the influence of every stronghold in my life

May Christ be in my waking and sleeping, my speaking and thinking

Keep me in Christ

Thank you for the blood of your Son

For all that you have done

Lead me in your way

Your mighty way 

Let me not be a craftsman unless it is for your sake

You are the ultimate Craftsman

Master, craft me

You are my maker and sustainer

Show me your ways more and more each day

Let anything I make be broken to pieces for you to have your way

Restore that which you deem good and right

Ruin that which you deem evil and false

Who am I

That you take notice of me?

Who am I but

c l a y

d u s t

Yet you are the

G r e a t   P o t t e r

Who am I to claim condemnation and criticism of your work?

Your judgement is pure and true 

You are good and gracious 

You are just and sure

You are worthy of all praise

Lord enthrone my heart

May my cravings be satisfied in you

My longings fulfilled in the glory of Christ 

Meet me in my hour of need

Awaken me to see your grace

Convict me of my place

Faith is Impossible

“If proof is possible, faith is impossible”

How does one absorb this?

How does it sink in?





under the skin

under the layers of cells

or control?

that “protect” me

how to

scratch under the surface

to the scarring

where the tissue is not folded

but fragmented

Where is the proof of these things,

the unspoken, the unseen, the unheard?

“If proof is possible, faith is impossible”

I have been sitting on this quote for months (from a book by John Ortberg: All the places to go… How will you know? God has placed before you an open door. What will you do?“). This particular line has been slowly sinking in. I didn’t fully grasp it until I realised that proof is the known and faith is holding onto hope, trusting, persevering even in the unknown.

Oh how we long to know. Desiring answers. To be certain. To have control. To claim confidence in a life course versus a life Source.

I am amazed at how the Psalmist has a different type of confidence:

“Vindicate me, O Lord, for I have walked in my integrity,
and I have trusted in the Lord without wavering.

Prove me, O Lord, and try me; test my heart and my mind”

Uh, wow. Can I confidently ask the God of the Universe, my Judge and my Defender, to test me? To prove me and try me?

Let me place before my eyes, before “me”, his steadfast love. Let me walk in his faithfulness (26:3).

David is confident in the Lord.

Asking the Lord for mercy (25:6). Asking him to reveal himself (25:4). Asking him to teach, lead and save (25:5).

Psalm 25:4-22 is amazing.


This year has been a real struggle, with shifting seasons of continual testing. I rejoice in these struggles though, thankful for them, for they have strengthened and humbled me, bringing me to my knees and to the Cross of Christ where I am enamoured by God’s mercy.

“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters,
whenever you face trials of many kinds,
because you know that the testing of your faith
produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may
be mature and complete, not lacking anything.
If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God,
who gives generously to all without finding fault,
and it will be given to you.But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt,
because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea,
blown and tossed by the wind.”James 1:3-6

All I can do is come back again and again to faith. Because though we search for answers and long for clarity, proof is not often possible. And it’s actually better that way. It forces us to return to a God of the impossible (at least, impossible in our human understanding of possibilities).

When Job asks “where shall wisdom be found?” and “where is the place of understanding?” he acknowledges this difference between our ways and God’s ways (28:12,20). He admits “man does not know its worth, and it is not found in the land of the living” (v.13). In fact, he goes on to state that it is “hidden from the eyes of all living” (v.21). Which makes sense if faith is not a matter of our eyes, but our convictions, our belief in things not seen (Hebrews 11:1).

If we cannot see, if there is no proof, what then is the grounds for knowing?

As a Christian, it is comforting that “God understands the way to it, and he knows its place” (Job 28:23), that further still, God made a way in Jesus. God is the author of the seen and the unseen, and though wisdom and understanding are not ‘tangible’ or ‘visible’, he “looks to the ends of the earth and sees everything under the heavens“(v.24). He is all-seeing, and full of understanding. We see only dimly now, but he sees all that was, is and will be clearly; his view is beyond visibility and history.  

All that is created is his; which he saw, declared, established and searched.

This year, obedience + faith + grace have been recurring themes. And faith is not a one time thing.

I choose to place my faith in Jesus. To trust him. To follow him.

And that is a daily decision.

…For the word of the cross is folly to those who are perishing,
but to us who are being saved it is the power of God (1 Cor. 1:18).

Faith is necessary at all times, in all things.  In my health. In my study. In my work. In my relationships. In my speech. In my actions. In my future. Faith is necessary.  And the more I accept that proof, knowledge, control and certainty are not always possible, the more I grow in my faith in a God who is all-knowing, all-seeing, all-loving and the only constant thing in this ambiguous, ever-changing reality. A God who so loved, who so knew our deepest need for salvation from our rebellion and reconciliation with himself that he would send Jesus to demonstrate what true suffering and trusting looks like

“…Yet not my will, but yours be done.”

(Luke 22:42)

Eight years old.

When I was eight I asked to be put back together.

One of my mother’s friends told us a bedtime story about a King and his princess. This princess was beautiful, whole and made to bring love and happiness to the King and others. The story used a rose to demonstrate this. But there was a monster who came along and wanted to destroy what the King had made. This monster pulled the petals off, threw them onto the floor and wanted to stamp them, burn them. But the King said NO. He placed the petals into a glass to protect them, to keep them safe until the special glue could put them back together (the Holy Spirit). Mother’s friend then asked us kids whether we wanted to be put back together, and that we only needed to pray a special prayer.

When I was getting into bed, I whispered in my mother’s ear – I wanted to be put back together.

My mother’s diary records that there was:

“No question as to whether she needed to be, she obviously just knew! Praise God!”

I went back out to where the other adults were. But little Jessie didn’t want others to pray for her… she wanted to pray and be involved, to read the words for herself. So she raced off to get instructions! (Apparently I came back with the notes from a healing seminar my parents had been to and followed along with that prayer).

My mother writes:

“I had no idea she knew it was in there! She just followed through while sitting on my lap.”

A story of petals to a salvation prayer.

The King put the princess back together, the broken parts of me dancing as they raced towards Jesus!

To God be the glory!

After this, on another night, I made my first commitment to Christ.

My mother records:

“At bedtime when we started to pray to the King, Jessie wanted to get something, came back with the Blessed CD cover and read out the following:

Dear Jesus, I need you…

I need your grace to forgive me and I need your love to change me.

Thank you for your amazing love…

Thank you for giving me life and eternity.

But above all thank you for dying on the Cross for me.

Now I am a Christian, which means You live in me…

I belong to You.

I will live my life for You.

I will love You forever.

Amen. “

** See the Blessed album (circa 2002), full of old favourites!

I want to share this beautiful blast from the past because there is SO MUCH VALUE in praying for, investing in, lovingly discipling and teaching young children about Jesus. I am so thankful to my parents for praying for me and sharing with me the good news of Jesus from a young age.

Oh the joy of growing up learning and loving the Lord!

At a friend’s twenty-first last year I had a lengthy conversation with his grandfather, listening as he told me about wars and meeting his wife… The one word of wisdom he wanted to reiterate to me again and again was:

“A family that prays together stays together”

I still remember it to this day because of how many times he repeated this phrase. Amen!

Have a read of Matthew 18 and Luke 18 if you get a chance. These are such rich passages of the gospel as Jesus refers to children when speaking of receiving the kingdom of God. In these contexts Jesus shares a valuable lesson in what it means to belong to this kingdom, His Father’s house. Those who are confident in their own righteousness do not go home justified; whoever exalts themselves will be humbled, and whoever humbles themselves will be exalted (L:9-14). The greatest in the kingdom of heaven are those who take the lowly position of a child, and those who welcome one such child in Jesus name welcomes Jesus! (M:1-5).

Oh to receive the Kingdom of God like a child!

To know without question that we are in need of a Saviour.

Prayer + Petition

I am finding more and more that my attempts at journalling end up being pleas of mercy, prayers of thanksgiving, petitions to the King of Kings. I go from the extreme of academic writing for study to poetic ramblings. I keep withholding from posting – why would I share my prayers? Aren’t they only between God and me?  I could easily post daily. But there’s a lot I don’t share. I want this space to be one of transparency and honesty, a place where I can bring to light that which is true, pointing to Jesus, bringing glory to his name, and sharing the intricacies of what it means to follow Jesus, what it looks like to persevere, to keep believing and trusting even in the midst of the messy. In my current season, a neatly packaged ‘post’ isn’t possible. So, here I share one of my prayers. And my prayer for you is that you might draw near to God as he draws near to you, submitting to him and humbling yourself before him as Lord of Lords (James 4:8). 


There are many unknowns ahead.

I do not know where I am going or what I am doing.

I only know myself in you.

I want to know more of your heart, your love.

How it is that you desire my love?

That you delight in my love!

May I serve you sacrificially.

May I speak life.

May I worship and praise you for all of my days.

Father I thank you for seeing my mess, this muddle, these murky waters –

and for diving deep into my heart and life

day after


I thankyou for your life-giving truth and grace and freedom.

I surrender to you now any fear of the unknown.

I hand to you the false agreements I have let wound my covenant with you.

I claim no victimhood.


I claim the victory and identity of Christ.

Lord remind me of your truth.

Sanctify me in your truth,

Deliver me from the evil one.

Protect me from the lies I am prone to believe.

Reveal my idols to me, that I might repent of them.

Will you guard me in you?

I thank you that you do.

I am sorry for not always trusting you.

I know my passions and yearnings are not in vain.

To see your light in the darkness.

To see hope and life in barren wilderness.

To see the lost found.

To see healing to the broken soul.

To see redemption and justice. 

To see beauty shoot from seeds of truth. 

To see glory and grace.

To have constant communion with you.

For there to be fellowship, community, gathering, sharing.

I thank you that I can have fellowship with you in Christ.

I thank you.

For ushering in a new covenant by the blood of your Son.

For securing the covenant of your love with the seal of your Spirit.

For working in the heart of the believer.

For working in me.

You are good.

You are great.

You are glorious.

You are gracious.

You are transforming and restoring.

Continue your work in me.

May your kingdom be made known among all men.

Call and convict.

Love and lead.

Lord you know my desires.

To go abroad and bring those heart-drives alive. Maybe Asia, Africa.

Yet the past year has been an increasing reminder of the challenge here in the West.

The unrealistic striving and idealising.

The unnecessary materialism and commercialism.

The rise of spirituality yet lack of spiritual depth and growth, with no roots in your truth.

The rise in a self-generated, self-directed power and peace.

Oh Lord, have mercy.

There are all these voices in society.  The distortion of messages and life directions.

By your spirit give me wisdom to discern the power and wealth dynamics that surround me.

Give me ears that test the sounds elevated around me.

Give me a mind and eyes that can see through the complexity, the contradictions, the challenges.

Help me to proclaim and state your truth.

To elevate you.

To acknowledge your authority and sovereignty.

You alone have the power to remove and approve all I do.

You alone can rescue.

Oh Lord, have mercy. 

See me through these shifting seasons, these passing days.

Help me to cast aside the works of darkness for your armour of light.

(Romans 13:2)

I am confused as to how my passions fit together.

The creativity and ability to make connections.

The love for counselling and compassion, stories and storytelling.

Lord you are in control..

And there is this mission of making disciples.

Loving one another.

Loving you first and foremost.

And though there are many unknowns ahead.

I willing to trust and rely on what I do know.

And that is you –

The only source of truth.

 Love, your Daughter

Check out John 14. I absolutely adore this chapter of the gospel of John, see especially verses 6-7, and the verses below! So many promises to grab ahold of ♥

“If you love me, keep my commands. And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another advocate to help you and be with you forever— the Spirit of truth. The world cannot accept him, because it neither sees him nor knows him. But you know him, for he lives with you and will be in you. I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you.” (15-18)

Plea For Grace


He groped me.


He didn’t believe me.

There are two he’s here.

One who didn’t believe.

And one who deceived.

I was confused


When I confessed

When I bawled

Sprawled words

A messy script coming out of my mouth

He listened

But he intervened


With his disbelief

And so i

Held it in

I questioned

Did I imagine



How could

How could I



Such horror

Such discomfort




That feeling

That touch

A stroke

A grope

A grab

How dare

How dare he

Who was he?

Who did he think he was?

What gave him authority over me?

Does a man dictate my power?

My worth

Is this our curse

As women?

Wearing beauty so to abuse

Wearing flesh so to be consumed

G r o p e d

It all happened so fast and it wasn’t until it was past

That he passed

That I realised

That I felt

The weight

Of his grasp

It all happened in the blink of an eye

That he stroked my thigh

And fondled my chest

His webs

Those tips


Digging for

Slicing through

My core

It all happened in a daze

I was tired

My nervous system

My reflex

Was gone

And just like that

It all happened

And he was gone

And it all happened in a moment

And it all happened with a friend

So I stammered

In shock


Worked up


Working out

What to say

How to explain

But the friend

Didn’t listen

Didn’t hear

Didn’t see

My fear

My fluster

My emotions all in clusters

Let me cry out to the Lord.

What interest is my journey?

Why would I share my suffering?

W h y 

Why not?

Well I cannot forget.

Do I need to repent?

How does one


Why am I sharing this.

Why now.

Why, when this is a past event.

This isnt a pity party.

I have had time to process this.

To forgive the drunken man who touched me inappropriately.

The thing that struck me.

That affected me.

That broke me…

Was that I was not alone.

The moment this happened.

It was in a public place.

A friend was a metre a way.

And when I tried to explain.

What happened when this drunken man passed me.

He did not believe me.


That hurt me.

That made me question whether women are believed and seen.

Whether women’s experiences are validated.

This is one of many stories.

And this is one of the less startling, less scary, less striking stories.

And I still can’t shake the memory.

So I can’t imagine what it must be like for those who have been physically abused.


How it must replay. 

Over and over.

How you question your part to play.

Whether you did something.

I’m sharing because women encounter this same attention daily.

We are objectified.

And dehumanised.

As a Christian, I know my identity is not found in how others see me or in my body.

And as a Christian I believe in a God who is all-powerful, all-seeing, all-knowing, all-loving.

He is a just God.

And he is good good Father.

He sent Jesus to deliver us from this present evil age.

(Galatians 1:3-5)

He gave himself for us.

He loves us.

His grace is enough.

The gospel is Good News for women.

The gospel is Good News for men.

The gospel is Good News for everyone.

He hears our pleas for grace.

Our cry for mercy.

He sent Jesus.

Who was crucified.

And raised from the dead.

The stone that was rejected.

The cornerstone.

In whom salvation is found.

For there is ~

No other name.

No other way.

No other hope.

Under heaven.

Among men.

By which we must be saved.

(Acts 4:10-12)

For an interesting read, #ThingsOnlyChristianWomenHear and #ThingsChristianWomenShouldHear have been trending on Twitter in the last 24 hours.

Check out Amy Orr-Ewing’s talk “Is Christianity Bad News For Women?

To finish, Psalm 86 has been a real encouragement to me.

What a plea for grace.

What a God of comfort!

“I give thanks to you, O Lord my God, with my whole heart,
and I will glorify your name forever.
For great is your steadfast love toward me;
   you have delivered my soul from the depths of Sheol.

O God, insolent men have risen up against me;
    a band of ruthless men seeks my life,
    and they do not set you before them.
But you, O Lord, are a God merciful and gracious,
    slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love and faithfulness.”

Fake Won’t Fill

We put on the smile

We put on the desired life

Because we’re unsure at what point we forgot that a true smile isn’t self-aware

We put on the face

We put on the filter

Because we’re unsure at what point we forgot how a baby blinks in wonder at the world

The anxiety is thick on the skull

The mind attempts to squeeze peace into a tightly-packed place

But the pressure has been building for too long

There is no other option

We aren’t sure when we left behind our innocence for the clothing of worry

So we keep putting on the smile

Chasing the desired life

Because we’re starved of love

Searching for one

And fake won’t fill

Pleasure won’t pour

The heart will still come away

e m p t y

u n l e s s

We listen to the heart ache

l i s t e n

In the morning the ready heart

In the night a quiet cry

s s h

Follow the pattern of a day

All the thoughts running astray

What meaning is made

Toss over the phrase

Enter into the page

The word is life

A letter of love

Each day can turn to praise

When you reframe the gaze

Turning away from

What is here

What is now

What has been

And instead to

What is to come


 Who has overcome

There is only one who fills

One who stills

“Be Still, My Soul”
by Catharina von Schlegel

Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

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