Run faster. Run farther.Don't worry if you'll falter.We're running beside youyour journey - ours also.Swing widely. Aim higher.Your courage inspires.Don't let life persuade youto dampen your fire.For in that small body,lay something much biggera hope less affecteda dream with such vigour.Don't learn to grow quiet.We need your intention.The good in this worldnot all from convention.You bring something lovelyyou have something useful.Don't lose your excitement.God's plan for you - fruitful.We'll … [Read more...] about Run Faster
Who Am I?
Mom, Mom, MOM! They called. They yelled. They cried. The anthem of the season. Decades amassing, wisdom growing, ears opening. Mom, guess what? Mom, I have something to tell you. Mom, I just don't understand. And then the silence. The quiet. The inviting empty space that waits to be filled with love, with reassurance, with hope - with meaning. Each vocal cry, each poignant pause reflecting the deeper question if only you listen closely. Who am I? What do I have to offer? Why do I matter? Find … [Read more...] about Who Am I?
Come to Me
You called me to your room & asked me for my presence.Why so long, you asked.Why didn't you come right away?Were you ever coming? Why the unending delay?I lay there beside you, my arm draped over your bodythe weight of my presence soothing, calming -a lullaby without words.I looked into your eyes and began to weep.How could you need me so deeply?How could I be of such comfort?How could i calm your heart when mine is so lost?The weight of responsibilityin my mind, the thoughts tossed.Our … [Read more...] about Come to Me
Passions and Poetry
“What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.” Walt Whitman Getting to know our kids is one of those adventures that is always full of surprises. In our time here in PNG, I've enjoyed spending lunches once a week with a different one of our kids and having 'dates' with them where we spend time doing something that they love. For some, that means colouring and chatting, for others it means listening to them chat about Minecraft, for … [Read more...] about Passions and Poetry
This is me a year ago and this is me now. Two years. Two photos. Two seemingly identical photos of the person you know and see but two starkly different stories going on behind the photos. You see, a year ago, I was in the throws of anxiety. I didn’t know it as anxiety. I knew it as my life but it had become unmanageable. To be honest, it had probably become unmanageable years ago but I ignored the signs and kept struggling along - assuming the constant cycle of fear, worry, … [Read more...] about Anxiety