Let me be disguised only by your light
Let me not hide away my love for you
Amen
Friday, August 24
Thursday, August 23
Prayer Photo 40
Lord I thank you for the beauty in your brokenness.
That your love has taken the darkness from our hearts,
through burning coals made us clean
cleansed for you work
living for your duty
growing by your spirit
being your servants
help us Lord
leave us not to stare blankly at the world going by
hidden behind curtains
but an open window showing your light in this world
in your amazing name
Amen
The last day in England
Tis is my last day within England :O
Yes I'm going for drama but the journey to Wales is only just two hours shy of my international flight to India! Norfolk to Wales is a fair distance its a lot shorter to cross the ocean to Ireland than it is to drive back to Norfolk....
So in amongst my little dama of leaving England to venture into mission you might wonder with less than 24 hours till I leave how the packing is going.... well theres still a bit to go, I like to cut it fine.
I'm looking forward to it, in all the nerves of the long driving session with my baby brother, the lugging boxes up three flights of stairs, having to deal with my own bills, sort out my own problems no that at the end of the day its just me returning to my flat.... theres the excitement that in just over a weeks time I will be thrown into the excitement of a job in which I have been training for. You could compare it to all them athletes who competed in the olympics but I'm sure every one is fed up of olympic analogies!
If you are praying people though, I would implore you if you have a second or two, pray for my family and friends, the church I'm moving to work with and myself as these three world spectacularly collide this week in the process of moving into one flat and also travel to Wales.
Yes I'm going for drama but the journey to Wales is only just two hours shy of my international flight to India! Norfolk to Wales is a fair distance its a lot shorter to cross the ocean to Ireland than it is to drive back to Norfolk....
So in amongst my little dama of leaving England to venture into mission you might wonder with less than 24 hours till I leave how the packing is going.... well theres still a bit to go, I like to cut it fine.
I'm looking forward to it, in all the nerves of the long driving session with my baby brother, the lugging boxes up three flights of stairs, having to deal with my own bills, sort out my own problems no that at the end of the day its just me returning to my flat.... theres the excitement that in just over a weeks time I will be thrown into the excitement of a job in which I have been training for. You could compare it to all them athletes who competed in the olympics but I'm sure every one is fed up of olympic analogies!
If you are praying people though, I would implore you if you have a second or two, pray for my family and friends, the church I'm moving to work with and myself as these three world spectacularly collide this week in the process of moving into one flat and also travel to Wales.
Wednesday, August 22
Tuesday, August 21
Photo prayer 38
Lord let me dwell among the disciples that boldly pick up your cross.
I thank you for their inspiration in my journey.
Amen
Monday, August 20
moving once agian
Have you ever noticed that sometimes life just sweeps you away. Thats been my summer, I've been swept away by many things and like when the tide sweeps something away at some point it will deposit it back maybe where it came from or in some new place. Well my summer has been mostly challenging working in the North its not a experience I would get rid of in a hurry. Today I find myself not near Durham but back in the flat grounds of Norfolk, I've come here for the last time. The tide has once again swept me up in to the all familiar task of packing up bags and boxes -the sound track of my summer having moved most weekends to a different host. Hopefully this will be the last time for sometime as I start my own home. My own flat close to my new job in a new country - yes I'm being dramatic as it is only Wales, but everyone loves a bit of Drama!
Personally I hate packing. If theres one thing to destroy me as a person its packing. Once again moving to a new place with all the difficulties and hurdles to overcome, the challenges and excitement, the opportunity... packing may symbolise that new start and hope mixed with the anxiety, but for me packing means we have to work out what memories we take with us, what parts of ourselves do we leave behind. How much of our own legacy do we allow to dictate its way into the new present. What do I have to leave behind.
It would be easier to not pack anything up and leave my family home with nothing however that will not help me. What about the many resources I have, the comfort in familiarity in a new place and the terrible impression I would leave on my family. More to the point I like the stuff that I have accumulated, received, collected and found. I just hate that it has to be packed up in a box. It always makes me wonder how much stuff do we store, in terms of negative thoughts, a self destroying image perhaps, the weight of bullies, broken hearts broken friendships, that we could give up and leave behind.
Having grown up in a family that moved a lot I'm not stranger to having unpacked boxes from the house move 3-5 years previously. I don't want that.
New creation, new beginning but I still want something of the old? It applies to the house as much as an individual. As a person going into a new place I could be anyone... how much will be new - as I have a new part to my identity under the job role and how much will stay?
What does this mean theologically as we are transformed into a new creation in Christ how do we tie that in with who we where and who we are to be in Christ?
Personally I hate packing. If theres one thing to destroy me as a person its packing. Once again moving to a new place with all the difficulties and hurdles to overcome, the challenges and excitement, the opportunity... packing may symbolise that new start and hope mixed with the anxiety, but for me packing means we have to work out what memories we take with us, what parts of ourselves do we leave behind. How much of our own legacy do we allow to dictate its way into the new present. What do I have to leave behind.
It would be easier to not pack anything up and leave my family home with nothing however that will not help me. What about the many resources I have, the comfort in familiarity in a new place and the terrible impression I would leave on my family. More to the point I like the stuff that I have accumulated, received, collected and found. I just hate that it has to be packed up in a box. It always makes me wonder how much stuff do we store, in terms of negative thoughts, a self destroying image perhaps, the weight of bullies, broken hearts broken friendships, that we could give up and leave behind.
Having grown up in a family that moved a lot I'm not stranger to having unpacked boxes from the house move 3-5 years previously. I don't want that.
New creation, new beginning but I still want something of the old? It applies to the house as much as an individual. As a person going into a new place I could be anyone... how much will be new - as I have a new part to my identity under the job role and how much will stay?
What does this mean theologically as we are transformed into a new creation in Christ how do we tie that in with who we where and who we are to be in Christ?
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