Category Archives: Prayer

the language of the spirit

Complete joy

This is what are aiming for, right? Well – apart from the warning that one of our old church leaders used to give, that ‘righteousness is more important than happiness’… Well, yes, OK – but given that rider, heavenly bliss is our … Continue reading

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Gladness trumps sadness

‘Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice’   Psalm 51v8 Over the last few days I have been trying to write a post about this lovely and seldom used word gladness.  You wouldn’t believe … Continue reading

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Doing life

It’s morning again – this time it’s the Thursday variety: I have no early appointments and I was up in the night so I’ll stay under the covers for a bit and try to wake up. I am always more … Continue reading

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Starting the month off right

October’s here – it’s time to write again. Before I can give out I must take in, receive some input, a message of hope to my dry old heart, morsels of wisdom from heaven.  ‘Man cannot live on bread alone’, … Continue reading

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Once I was thin but now I am fat

‘Once I was young, and now I am old. Yet I have never seen the godly abandoned or their children begging for bread’ Psalm 37v25  ‘In that day the burden will be lifted from your shoulders, the yoke from your … Continue reading

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What’s to come

I will treasure words unsaid, holding to this fragile thread, Tangible and yet unseen, woven deeper and between; I will hope in what’s to come, weary with my senses numb, No injustice to contend in a world that knows no … Continue reading

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Blotting paper

I am so full.  It seems to be my role to simply, silently absorb the knocks and tensions – take them in to my being, suffocate them in the dark, sit on them until they lie still. Whenever Sam is … Continue reading

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