I’ve had a blog post stewing in my mind for a while, waiting for the moment when I could write it properly, working on an image to go with it and thinking I should try and make a better one, … Continue reading
Yesterday was a wonderful day. Today I’m tired, staying in and recharging, but I’m ok with that. In both the highs and the lows I celebrate the unconditional love I have from God – he gave me strength yesterday to … Continue reading
And now we come to the part of the programme where Meirav argues with internet memes… Because really… I’ve just seen a meme saying that when an atheist is kind to you it’s not because they’re trying to get to … Continue reading
When Jesus was crucified, he wasn’t on his own: there were two criminals crucified either side of him. Facing death, one of those guys wasted his dying breath on mocking the Son of God – the other guy though… the … Continue reading
So I’m sitting here with a box of very yummy chocolatey things beside me, and revelling in freedom. No, not the freedom to nosh these yummy things, though that’s nice too :) No, while I do love eating yummy chocolatey … Continue reading
I need your help, God again and again I need to be more… loving, gracious patient, kind you know the sort of stuff… Yes, I know. And you know the answer. The answer doesn’t change. The answer is always the … Continue reading
This is what I tweeted straight after church today – and now for the full story! Because it was really wonderful! So, where to start… Ok, maybe I’ll start with what today is… It’s a few different things: it’s 9 … Continue reading
This is a poem I wrote back in 2002 – I wrote it in Hebrew, and recently translated it into English. I was going through deep stuff at the time – very deep healing of emotional wounds. Jesus is amazing! … Continue reading
I was in church on mothers’ day, and these plant pots were handed out to all the women – not just mothers. And I very nearly left mine behind… Because I know how undeserving I am to receive a mothers’ … Continue reading
I stand before the cross of Christ
Or… no, I can’t. I have no right.
I have no right to stand here, free
When he, the holy one, has died – for me!
I bow before the cross of Christ
And weep my thanks
His blood poured out in love for me
His body hanging on that tree
It leaves me with nothing
Nothing to say except
And I’m sorry
And thank you.
What else can I say