Immediately the father of the child cried out and said, “I believe, help my unbelief!” – Mark 9:24 Hope can be hard to hold onto sometimes. Trust can be even harder. In the midst of trials or heartache, holding onto … Continue reading Minute Devotions: Praying for belief.
Even before a word is on my tongue, O Lord, you know it completely. – Psalm 139:4 (NRSV) There are times when we can’t find the words to express how we feel. Life can be tough and trying to put into words your heartache can be hard. Often, the hurt or anger is so deep that praying becomes difficult; not only do we not know what to pray, we sometimes can’t pray, as our pain is so deep. When you can’t find the words, know that your heavenly Father can hear your unspoken cries and can hear the whisper of … Continue reading Minute Devotions: He Hears Your Unspoken Prayer
When you think of bravery, what comes to mind? Do you imagine a firefighter rushing into a burning building? Or do you see a soldier at war fighting for their country? For the most part, when we think of bravery, we think lifesaving acts; acts of heroism by everyday men and women that restore our faith in humanity and make us feel good. But what about the little acts of bravery that people commit every day? You see, when I think of bravery, what comes to mind is stepping out in faith; facing your fears head on and living … Continue reading Get your brave on – Faith through my eyes.
It’s Friday night in Boone and I am undecided with what to do with myself. I’m in my room trying to work out what to eat and where I should go; do I want a full meal or do I just want sweets and coffee? Do I want to go explore an unknown place or just go to one of the nearby places? First world problems, I know, but still a valid problem for someone like me who has around 12 meals a day. I’ve loved my time here so far. It’s a world away from Sydney and it’s peaceful and relaxing. … Continue reading Nervous and excited about…a feeling?
Last week I had a Moses moment. If you’re imagining me standing by the beach, parting the waters, that’s not what I meant, though that would have been super cool. But no, it was a more humbling moment. On Sunday morning while at church, everything just became so overwhelming that I couldn’t even hold my head up and I just cried. And cried. And without even asking for it, some of the women just gathered around me and held me up. Literally. They held me while I cried and then they prayed for me because I couldn’t get the words … Continue reading Hands lifted high.