Monday, 31 December 2012


A crown of beauty instead of ashes, 
the oil of joy instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.
My sacrifice is a broken spirit;  
a broken and contrite heart you will not despise.


Sunday, 16 December 2012


From the Fire to glory
I am not afraid. Not because I know what is to come but because I know the One who is, who was and who is to come.
I am learning to see the Consuming Fire as pure love. I am willing to stay still while the flames melt away all the hard and callous parts. Until the furnace re-invents my life and purifies my heart; until I learn to share more, love more, trust more and hope more clearly in the bright Morning Star. Then, finally, there will be more glory too.

Saturday, 8 December 2012

Sunday, 2 December 2012


Whatever you're willing to walk away from determines what you can be trusted with
Breaking hearts of stone so they can be lifted and offered up above. Waiting, being crushed, still hoping in the midst of deepest despair but never surrender. In numbing, palpable pain You are sovereign and Your providential hand is holding me now, so much so now, more than ever.


Thursday, 15 November 2012


You wrap yourself in light as with a garment; you stretch out the heavens like a tent and lay the beams of your upper chambers on their waters. You make the clouds your chariot and ride on the wings of the wind. You make winds your messengers, flames of fire your servants. You set the earth on its foundations; it can never be moved.

Sunday, 28 October 2012


How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation