Tag «God»

Where Is The Love?

We’re not very good at this love thing, are we? I’m not talking about loving our family, our spouses, our children, or our friends, because we do love them, albeit imperfectly. It’s this “love your neighbour” thing we get so wrong all the time. The literal next-door neighbour we don’t know because our walls are …

A Challenge To Go Beyond 67 Minutes

It’s that time of year where the country gets excited about doing 67 minutes of something good – volunteering, or donating, or knitting squares – and if I’m honest, I just don’t feel it. The whole idea of Madiba Day actually makes me uncomfortable. Of course, helping others is a good thing. It’s not the …

How Do I Count Trials As Joy?

The devil has been whispering at me lately. “You can’t do this. It’s never going to work. The girls are going to drive you nuts. You’re making a big mistake.” It seems that the minute we decided to begin homeschooling next month, the girls began their preschooler version of the defiance campaign. They have been …

Right Place, Right Time

Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong era. I would have liked to be a medieval princess in a castle – but not bathing, washing my hair or shaving frequently, never mind the absence of modern plumbing, electricity or libraries – makes me admit I would not have coped very well. And it’s …

Daughter, The World Will Lie To You

A few weeks ago I wrote that my Mother’s Day gift to myself was a decision to love my body as it is, and to stop wishing for the body I had as an 18-year-old. It’s hard, but I’m working on changing my view of myself.   I was never overweight as a child, but …

A Submissive Wife? Me?

I submit to my husband every day. Not in a 50 Shades of Grey kind of way. Not in an oppressive, anti-feminist way either. Submission in our marriage is a daily choice to put my husband in his God-given role as the head of our family. It is not about control, subjugation or weakness, but …

Teaching My Children To Pray

Hearing my children pray never fails to warm my heart. There is something so pure about the prayers of a child, words that come straight from the heart, no second-guessing or doubting. I think we lose that as we get older and start to become more conscious of what we’re saying, wondering if it’s okay …

We’re Not Going Anywhere

When I was in high school, my parents were considering emigrating to Australia. They filled in all the forms, took us for medical check-ups and blood tests, but in the end we didn’t go. I can’t remember why not, only that I was glad. I had protested every step of the process, even insisting that …

Get Off The Boat [When God Calls]

One of my current projects is to type up the manuscript of a devotional based on the life of Peter according to the gospel of Mark. It has been interesting reading as I work through the handwritten notes. And then, this morning, this particular verse jumped out at me: “A little further up the shore …