Mid-Year Reflection

The middle of the year, a reflection of where she is and where she’s journeyed, came to her as a good, profitable and mindful exercise to do.

Considering the words that brought her into 2018 and the inspiration to keep focused and settle her in the way ahead avoiding distractions of so many thoughts and purposes that look good.

Let’s reflect.

She gets distracted and then loses focus. Realignment of self worth. Discipline of owning a word for the year. She prints it out. A daily reminder of value and purpose. Without vision a person perishes.

She takes time. Breathe. Reflect. Focus.

It’s seemingly simple. Alignment of thought, holding only the necessary and letting go of clutter keeping a mind that can overthink from overwhelm.

Ephesians 2 says,

We have become his poetry.

Mid season, middle of the year. A time to reflect, observing where I have wandered off track and what is my goal for the remaining year ahead.

Some time ago I started a shed on my Pinterest page. Poetry of hands.

My aunt has just had her carpal tunnel operation. Her hand wrapped in a thick bandage. We sipped morning coffee chatting over the practicalities of life without the full use of her hand.

Hands, whether we use our mouth, feet or hands for the practical creative, they enable us to be gold for God.

It is a beautiful belonging, for which the cry of our hearts can find our deepest fullness. The ability to dance in rhythm with His grace. We are born of the creator, in His image to bear testimony to His goodness in our own unique creative space in this planet.

Hands are our creative spark.

It is when a newborn is held. It is when the paintbrush creates the masterpiece across the blank canvas. Applying diagnostic hands to assist the treatment. Hands do the work. Typing our way through the book or blog or very important exam or letter. Whipping up a beautiful meringue for the guests. Creating a garden. Planting parsley. Repairing the engine of a car or aeroplane. Writing the notes for the symphony of worship. Texting a friend. Writing an encouragement card. So many little ways in which the day functions through our hands.

Let’s us value the poetry placed into our hands, inside our hearts

Become. His poetry.

We have become. It is the beautiful becoming. We have been gifted with grace unending. Grace upon grace. We hold gifts in our hands. Our own poem. We become because our Saviour called us.

To be a poem. To offer our hands which essentially is giving our hearts.

Our sparkle of life is set aflame into glorious colours of Hope inside this becoming.

We often lose this perspective. Lose the imagination and wonder of it. The writer of the cosmos story wants to express Himself in us.

Gift our hands.

Open them out.

The right way to pray is to stretch out our hands and ask of one who we know has the heart of a Father. Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Hands are part of our language, our expression. We talk with our hands. Perhaps our hands reveal our heart. Often anxious hands tap incessantly or writhe fidgeting on our lap. We share joy with our hands conveying excitement. We draw a friend into an embrace with our hands. Inviting another into our joy or comforting when sad.

We sip hot coffee, our hands round the mug, bringing the liquid to our lips. We savour the holding.

We share a language to the deaf world using our hands.

She calls it the poetry of hands.

Her becoming. Her slow and wild.

Recently I read this quote by Virginia Woolf. No need to hurry, no need to sparkle no need to be anyone but oneself.

The becoming is uncovering the shape of your soul, as Emily P Freeman writes. It’s time to uncover the shape of your soul, turn down the voice of the inner critic, and move into the world with the courage to be who you most deeply are.

May we offer our hands, our becoming into a creative glory that manifest truth always.

Becoming.

His Poem. Her slow and wild. The unforced rhythms of grace upon grace.

Reflect. Slow in the discipline of life.

Wild in her perseverance and courage to complete the race. Gaining for His glory. Ever discovering.

Reflect. Reminder. Refresh. Refocus.

#herfloralperspective The way she learns wonder in nature with friends who teach her the names of the wild woodland flowers. The way flowers tell her story, a beauty in a square offering a remembrance. She traces her steps through the floral border creating her images where words write themselves into her heart. His Words.

She strings them across her kitchen wall.

Her squares of remembrance.

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Her Squares of Remembrance
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Midway thoughts. Realignment for influence and goal orientation. Inspiration for the ways ahead.

Be His poem. His poetry of hands. His Words. His art.

Influence others in living a power of freedom and truth that’s unique. The small miracles she discovers in her year of slow and wild. An adventure of learning.

Reflect.

The verse in Matthew 11 that captioned her words, slow and wild, the words that framed her journey full of grace and truth.

Come to me ….. learn the unforced rhythms of grace.

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Faith. AW Tozer writes, Faith looks out instead of in and the whole life falls into line.

Her slow and wild. Rooted in Faith –   ever learning inside her God given destiny.

Designed by Him.

Love Rach x

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I live a narrative of joy

fullsizeoutput_125fShe reads her morning prayer, the one she scribbled down then typed onto white paper. Whispers quietly in the yet still dark. The truth inside her heart.

I live a narrative of joy.

It came to her then. Like a beautiful light inside her. The aspect she knew to be around her, within her.

Narrative of Joy.

Not just a nice hashtag but a story lived inside her.

How joy despite the anxiety and the ache of living. Yes! There is always joy.

A candle flickering in the darkness. A rainbow in the rain. A friend who journeys with you. The book that holds words that give you strength.

The joy is right there. As I breathe in the choice to choose courage not fear. In the tears of overwhelm.

Joy danced like light on a puddle. Reflecting wonder in seemingly ordinary things. Yet nothing is ordinary.

Finding joy. Living it. It is a gratefulness that lifts the soul. In Ephesians it says, ‘Gratitude is our dialect.’

In Colossians 1 it says,

hearts can soar with joyful gratitude when you think of how God made you worthy to receive the glorious inheritance freely given in the light.

Joy sparkles like the firework. Joy lives inside the burden of the day.

It came to her as she reads and whispers the prayer.

I live a narrative of joy.

Not bubbles and pretending.

It’s a deep, soul rooted childlike trust.

A way of living that does not diminish the tears she felt falling down her face. It acknowledges then the the feeling of it. Yet. Right alongside there’s the joy. Ever present. Never fading. Presence of a peace. The Shalom Shalom of her night time prayer she scribed.

She stops breathing at the wonder of it. Intakes a deep, long, breath at the Hope of it.

Joy takes her by the hand. Lifts her eyes from the anguish of heart. Sings it’s song anew. As the years grow inside of her she knows this joy is not transient. It’s present.

A gift bestowed. An oxygen. A peace. A perspective of the better part. Joy forever unfolding.

She remembers the words of scripture.

Who for the joy that was set before Him …

The fruit of the spirit is joy.

The joy of Psalm 23.

She has spoken this offering before. This early morning as light is rising in the sky. The sun taking its turn. She knows He gives her a gift. One that has shadowed her.  From where she stands she views the chromatic colour of joy.

A kaleidoscope.

Eternities Light.

Wonder at the snowflake, the uniqueness of the ice crystal. The reflection inside a muddy puddle, bringers of joy. The awesome uncontainable God Glory that brings His presence close!! Joy indeed!

It’s the deep working of the Holy Spirit. Perhaps the much afraid inside her has been given a gift beyond her comprehension.

A perspective of joy.

Her narrative.

Her story.

Listen now as the birds sing their morning song. She prays for her dying friend. Sorrow is not a stranger. Inside her is brokenness. In others she finds it too. She is not afraid to journey alongside. Inside is always joy.

A joyous God fills the universe. Joy is the ultimate word describing God and [God’s] world. Creation was an act of joy, of delight in the goodness of what was done. It is precisely because God is like this, and because we can know that [God] is like this, that a life of full contentment is possible.

Dallas Willard (Life Without Lack)

It seems then this joy. It’s like a gift placed inside her upturned cupped hands. A constant discovery. A daily delight.

That Joy you hold in your cupped open hands. It is unlike a transient snowflake. Joy is incessant, for its founded in eternity.

A childlike awe, that place where gratitude grows. Never ending.

Her narrative of joy.

Her gift for her daily journey.

The Fathers gift to her.

She slowly mouths the words in the quietness of the morning hour.

Narrative of Joy.

Thank You. It’s her prayer that umbrellas her world.

Thank You.

Narrative of joy.

Joy dances then. Inside her brokenness is a healing.

The very wings that lift her up to keep going.

His gift.

Her narrative of joy.

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Psalm 16:11 Amplified Bible

You will show me the path of life;

In Your presence is fullness of joy;

In Your right hand there are pleasures forevermore.

Brene Brown states,

I believe a joyful life is made up of joyful moments gracefully strung together by trust, gratitude and inspirational faith.

Morning Prayer

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Each and every sunrise you will hear my voice as I prepare my sacrifice of prayer to you
Every morning I lay out the pieces of my life on the alter and wait for your fire to fall upon my heart.

Psalm 5

The Passion Translation

I sip my morning mug of tea
And bring myself to thee.

pause in His presence

I offer gratitude for the shield of grace and its unforced rhythms that gently help me walk into persevering.

Grateful for your goodness over my life.

Thank you …..

for your presence peace and comfort that is mine through the Holy Spirit.

For such love expressed through your Father heart for me.

For the cleansing redemptive work through Jesus my saviour.

Bring fresh revelation today.

Enable a right perspective to see what you you see.

Set my focus.

Keep me in love, power and sound mind.

pause in his presence

Thank You for making me in your image.

May i carry your beauty forever in my heartand let it spill out to those around me.

Let me slow enough to be with you.

Let me dream wildly enough to be brave in you. Together we pushback the pushback

I am your poetry. God, Yours is the glory.

I live a narrative of joy.

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Unveil within me the limited riches of your glory.

May supernatural strength flood my innermost being.

Great is your faithfulness

keep me obedient to You.

Amen

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As promised in Deeply Rooted  I  publish for  you a morning prayer and night time prayer.

I also wrote out a prayer for ‘others’, to incorporate those who I’m currently interceding for at this time.

Perhaps you can write your own. Let me know if you do.

Love Rach x

Night time prayer

Night-Time Prayer

Now because of you Lord, I will lie down in peace
and sleep comes at once,
no matter what happens I will live unafraid.

Thank you Lord for the day behind me and the night before me.

Keep me In the place of peace that passeth all understanding.

Keep me upholding godly boundaries.
Serving under your authority.

Any strongholds I give them to you and let go of the weight.

Keep my mind stayed on you, trusting in you.

Through the night watches bring my angel to protect me.

Be my rest.

And those who need you close tonight, whether through grief or aloneness or anguish of heart be close to them.

Be with me my shepherd and lover of my soul.

Amen

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Scripture Reference; Psalm 4:8

Photography at the beginning of the prayer is unsplash, thank you.

Prayer for you as mentioned in Deeply Rooted

Deeply Rooted

She began reading from Psalm 1.

Slowly she took her eyes from line to line.  She halted there.  A place of tree roots and rivers.  Deeply Rooted.

She typed it out, letter by letter making it look pretty, then she could find it again.  Those words beautifully lettered.  She ponders them.

Deeply Rooted.  Slow like her word.  Wild like her journey.  It’s a Word in action.  It’s time.  Unhurried art.

The years are her art.  She folds them away.  Deep learning of curves and failing.  Of pain and devotion.

She has lived inside a lot of lies.  Her innocence belies her.

Another grief comes to her heart.  Not of loss.  It’s the lies that crush her daily.

The voices she believed.  She served too long.  She has a melody sung over her now.  The truth is going deeper.  Rooted.  Framed by the map of life.

She reads the words; Not fear but love, power and sound mind.

Love, power and sound mind.

She types it up into her Morning Prayer.  A kind of liturgy for March.  A declaration of truth, power and sound mind.

Another way the root of truth digs deeper into her heart.

She wants it there.

On repeat.

Her showing up matters.

Her prayers break heavens spaces because she’s His child.

He hears her.

He hears her.

Love, power and sound mind.

Thankful for the reminder.  Let us be encouraged to write and pray.  To find our story of joy.  Our narative.  Deeply rooted He holds us strong in Him for the world to see.

God Colours in all our uniqueness and holy manifestation of The One True Light.

Love, Power and Sound Mind.

She whispered the prayer she wrote to Him for the night watches.

She utters it slow.  Her doxology.

She is Deeply Rooted.

Tree Sturdy.  River flowing.

She rests now.

Truth singing its melody over her.

Daily it’s a decision to choose courage.  To pray the prayer of faith not fear.

May I encourage you to write a prayer of your own.  Affirming you in Gods Word.  Truths to declare.

Over the next few days I will publish my morning prayer and my night time prayer, for you.  Scripture spoken.  His word in us.

By writing your own, it roots you in the Word and searches your hearts desire.

It is a progressing, evolving pattern of listening and writing!

Love Rach x

 

Be Kind – Don’t Quit

I repeat the words over…

Be Kind – Don’t Quit.

Like a declaration.

An answered prayer.

The unforced rhythms of Gods grace, teaching me, I learn it. Know it, grace sung over me. It says forgiveness not condemnation. It says value not rebuke. It says love not fear. It says press on. Hold on. Always. You are upheld. Hear the truth of it. The power of it. I need it whispered often.

I hear the words like notes above my head, breathing out defeat. Breathing in the Hope and lover of my soul.

I can breathe again. Walking boots worn thin, winters bite against my chin. The Cherry pink of buds almost through the dark bare branches. Hope is always close. I breathe deep the resurrection song.

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But the fruit produced by the Holy Spirit within you is divine love in all its varied expressions:

joy that overflows,

peace that subdues,

patience that endures,

kindness in action,

a life full of virtue,

faith that prevails,

gentleness of heart, and

strength of spirit.

Galatians 5:22

The Passion Translation

I say it again, Be kind – Don’t Quit.

Be persistent. Be kind.

Perfect these goals.

To yourself.

To others.

Make a difference.

Don’t be afraid.

Smile at the next person you meet.

Press on at the next hurdle you come across in life. If it’s a daily struggle know the grace notes over you.

Believe in finding beautiful in your ordinary.

Capture it.

Breathe it.

Be kind.

Show it.

Pursue.

Keep going.

Delight in the pressing on.

Be Kind – Don’t Quit.

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May the gentleness of heart

And

The strength of spirit

Grow in you

As you

Show kindness

And

may you know the deep resolve to

Press on.

Be Kind – Don’t Quit.

In your slow and wild days.

Love Rach x

Endings

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Inspired by the daily prompts, I took up the challenge at the start of January  to write my 500 words for 31 days, emailed daily into my inbox by  Jeff Goins 

I chose to do one of those 31 days  as my blog post to share right here!

There have been so many times as I wrote  into the notebook that says, ‘written in the stars’ on the cover, where my pencil simply swept across the page as if I was in a timed exam!  Not because I felt pressure you understand, but because I just found so many words to put down on the particular subject!

If you like writing and would like an encouragement to do more then check it out!

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Snowdrops

We are at the beginning of a New Year and I am writing about endings!

I was caught up with the wide swing the word offers to my soul. Like a pendulum swinging from one side to another! From sadness to joy.

The door closes.  The End.

The hard work completed.  The End.

The story completed.  The End.

The sun sets. The End of a day.

The clock ticks, ending a minute, five minutes an hour. Our moments End.

Children’s stories, as I remember in my early years of reading Enid Blyton, the last page concluded with a final paragraph and the words ‘The End’ almost a signing off.

The finish.

There are many endings in life.  There are endings of relationships through loss and through letting go of friendships and places and all the small things in-between.

Sometimes the end comes at the completion of the exam paper! Such relief!

Sometimes the end comes for another bringing a different way ahead for you.

We can feel the exhuberance of joy and be overwhelmed with sadness.

How do we handle our endings well?

I consider this now and wonder how do we move certain into a narrative of joy.

We are exhorted to, rejoice always.

There is an element of embracing our now.

He is our very present help….

The beauty of now is that we can live a successful valuable life inside our narrative of joy because we lean on a rock, jump off from a sure place, take the step.  Keep on keeping on.

Identity.  Where do we find it.  Where is our peace sourced.  This answer enables us to discover how we can end well.  Do we find our identity in food, people, places, stuff, the affirmation of others.  I could easily lean into all these things!

I discovered afresh how we are a poem.  Ephesians 2.  The essence of who we are comes from the creator. When we lean into the other things in life and not into the creator we lose who we really are.  The poetry we write loses the purity of perfect love with which we need to write most effectively with.  We relearn how best to write our poetry into the world.  Getting back to our identity, our endings offer a significant meaning and we are resourced with a love that comforts, strengthens and teaches us always.

We achieve our best endings when we embrace our unique identity.  We do this by trusting God absolutely.

You will find joy.  Just look.  Your endings can bring joy inside them.  Lean in and trust. Find Hope.  Tall as you are.  Even in your endings.

It is perhaps in our yearning and setting our minds perspective that we can work through the darkness of some of our endings.  We can embrace the truth and disown the lies.

Through my life I’ve embraced endings with the full embodiment of the highly sensitive! Feeling every small stone in my shoe, so to speak!  Dip at the loss of friendship.  Struggle over change and how I mourn over the ending.  One cannot bypass the feeling and the struggle, for right inside that is the building up of strength and tenacity to endure. Folding gratitude into your mix there is a recipe for waking up in your morning to meet joy.

In the places where your heart is broken inside you, where the shattered needs mending because your ending is hard. We hone into building resilience into ourselves and sharing those tools with others.

At the time of writing this I noticed it was my grandmothers birthday.  She passed away when my son was born, many years ago.  I remember her poise.  Her resilience.  Her strength as she dealt with her many endings.  Grief as her son died at 21.  War time.  A life’s unfair challenge, change of home and life style.  Living life alone, being widowed young.  We learn so often from observing others.  We are modelled to and in turn model for others.  My grandmother kept going, she held on to her focus in life, her faith.  She kept in community.

I continue to be inspired by others who display the truth and act them out in love.

Endings.  Drinking a mug of hot coffee.  The brown liquid finds its way through your lips. You’ve enjoyed the drink.  It has an end.

Take a swing in your local park.  Walk away.  The experience has ended.

Close the contract on your job and walk away.  The end of a pay packet and a closure on that part of your life.

Does anything endure.

There is One who offers a hand to you in life.  Who brings an eternal viewpoint. One who says, ‘I’ll hang out with you always.’

The assurance is to know our endings have a bedrock.  Our God offer us his love to help us endure.  He gifts us with an identity and purpose that figures out the complexity of endings that may break us.

Like my Grandmother before me who offered an example, a strength, to live by.  So we also can bring our endings good and bad into a dynamic daily meaningful journey.  We choose.  Sharing then the tool bag or resource to assist ourselves and others along the journey.  Live it well.  Ever learning the unforced rhythms of grace in your unique slow and wonderfully wild life.

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May the journey we all take this year be one that enables us to slow a little and embrace our endings well.

May we know the love of our Father God that strengthens us in power and keeps re-filling us with hope through all our endings in life.

May we have courage to find the wild and couragous inside ourselves trying a new way that is our uniqueness and beautiful identity.

May each new day and each ending of the same bring gratitude. At  each sunrise and setting bring love into the daily mix of living.

Romans 5:13

May the God of Hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with HOPE by the power of the Holy Spirit.  

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Clifton Bridge. Bristol in January

January 2018

Hello 2018.

And so the year begins with its plans and dreams and dreads!

Happy New Year to you.

May for you it be one that supports the best of hope and best of visions and wild flowers always.

I have a plan that has already begun!

Notebooks and pencils lined up!

Words written over several decades will be scored and circled and hearts drawn around them.

I walked into a Christian book shop in October while visiting Dorset.  I browsed the ‘devotionals’ shelf, an inner voice said, you have read so many  books surely you could write one of these yourself, for me this was not completely a new idea.

I am not a theologian, so the notes will be more a personal reflection. My inspiration of a bible based faith and how I keep growing in that.

My story of the Lords faithfulness.

So inside my word(s), slow and wild, my journey for this year, I’m also planing to write a note each day for 365 days. To collate. To gather.

A daily entry into the notebook shall be pencilled on to the fat lines and short white pages.

Not content to set this challenge to write daily for a year, I’ve taken the challenge to write 500 words a day for 31 days!!

I’m using another notebook. A pencil and, with much addition of words, I completed Wednesdays task. I needed to stretch my thinking. Normally I write concisely. Stretching out my thinking challenges me!

Today, Thursday, I was jump started in my thinking having read a post on social media. This resonated deep inside. Free flow of mind and pencil flew across my notebook. The notebook- a Sainsbury’s navy blue cover, A5, that has in gold letters, ‘Written in the stars’.

It always involves identity and journey. I wrote about letting go of should do. Taking grasp of a deeper meaningfulness. A journey of joy and peace.

Another blog I read was by Sarah Bessey, she writes, ‘ I have to learn slowly and diligently to practice Shalom in my body’.

I listed how that looked for me and how it involves each part of me; hands lifted to worship. My body bowed in reverence. My hands expressing in writing and emotions. My face offering kindness not necessarily adorning beauty! There’s is of course so much more.

Do you find reading and writing affords you expression?  Gives your mind a voice when words are hard to say aloud?

Could you be brave and let your mind and body give expression to a deeper work going on inside you?

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Have a beautiful January

Love Rach x

When my word is Slow and Wild and I greet you with a Happy Christmas

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As Christmas approaches we consider and mark Advent as we lead up to the time we remember Jesus birth. For some of us we experience a sense of Gods presence all the time where the knowledge and historical value tie up with our daily encounter of Emmanuel, God With Us.

Christmas gives us all a time to reflect, particularly in the approaching days as we take time to linger over the many aspects of the story of Jesus arrival in this world and to think again over his relationship with us.

I am reading this advent  my copy of – The Greatest Gift by Ann Voskamp. a book that offers a devotional journey in the bible .

The words which are carrying me through advent are these from her book;

This waiting, your art  — mark it.

Each day I am thinking how I do that.

How I can linger over a lit candle, how I can notice a robin sing in my garden. How I can see the scripture I read works a fresh perspective into my life. By marking it, I am noticing it. I feel this wording in Ann’s  book and the way my soul is drinking it in resonates with my word slow. My deliberate act of noticing.

A Light that brings perspective. A light that brings love. A light that brings mystery.

A light that brings colour and purpose to life.

 

 

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I discuss my word with you.  One which I will carry into 2018. A word for my forthcoming season. One can look at this with a year view. Yet it is as though God is already sowing something inside of me through these words. I wait not. I listen and walk right in.

My slow and wild.

Edging on the sacred and desire to know God and explore my creativity, because there is no blur or separate inside us. We’re whole, mind, body, soul, sacred, holy, worshipping, upside down kingdom living people.

I’m exploring this in the routine of my day. In my reading and in my attempts at photography. My longing to see in the present, His presence. To slow. To consider.

Emily Quinton, photographer, writer, teacher and founder of Makelight, spoke this word slow in her interview with Heather Stillufsen of Rosehill Designs. Emily said,

Slow down. We are so lucky to have digital cameras and we can take so many more images than we ever could in the days of film. But it can make us lazy. Take time to slow down and really think about the photograph you are taking. Why are you taking it? Think about that for few seconds. This will help you to frame your image better, to move into the right position and will result in a much better image.

The slow in our lives is a deliberate act that helps us walk through our project, our vision, our passion with more care.

Pete Greig, best selling author, pastor and instigator of the 24-7 Prayer Movement, shared on social media the above quote, the words – ‘ to trust in The Slow work of God’, rang true in a season of waiting to know the next step.

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Weekly I attend a Pilates group.

Following the correct breathing we are reminded by our teacher, again and again, to do the breathing correctly, inhale and exhale, this helps my slowing and enables me to flow into good smooth movement and posture.

In the same way in my daily living I am learning to take a deliberate decision to change my route or pattern or way of doing things. I focus on the important. I slow. Unhurried moving forward is a better caring  way to view our world.

In worship one Sunday morning I was prompted by the Holy Spirit to use prayer as my ministry for a certain person. My default was, “what can I DO!”  The whisper in the midst of tears came clear.  Pray.

I found this quote which I discovered on Instagram, using a beautiful portrait photo I bring the  two wonderful works of art together.

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Deeply there is a need to know we are chosen, even, yes, delighted in. We hold a place of worth born out of redemption at the cross of Calvary.

When I recognise my own self slipping into a feeling of condemnation and striving. I see a glimpse right there of a Saviour that speaks in those words. Do not strive, slow, mark it, break the power of this hold on you. Slow, learn of me. Find the dare and wild in you that allows you to do it different, feel it different. My slow and wild.

In that slow and wild place I dare to stop! Listen.

Know that prayer is the most powerful place I can intercede for any person.

Perhaps our affirmed identity will enable us to slow, not rushing to prove anything, but offer the world our considered outlook. One measured approach.

This is my year of learning, to implement my skill in this way in a loud and fast world my heart needs to learn to slow and quiet.

I look forward to unpacking and facing the adventure my word offers as we step into  2018.

Let us mark the events of the coming weeks with our candles and our gifts and our hearts filled with peaceable joy that comes from inner desire, for more of the Christ in us.

Immanuel. God with us.

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Great beginnings wrapped in a babe in swaddling clothes.

This Slow and Wild is an adventure indeed.

Have a wonderful Hope filled Christmas dear friend.

Find time to slow and embrace the season of waiting. Find this in beautiful, fresh, wild  ways this season.

Thank you for your company.

Love Rach x

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Note -Thank You to Unsplash community for the use of your amazing photography.

 

 

 

My slow and wild 

The autumnal season we are in now is moving towards December.

The light is changing. Time to reflect and re-evaluate.

I’m continuing the blog post on –

SLOW.

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To Practice, any discipline takes time. It is a deliberate organisation of intentions.

I have been reading Brene Browns book ~ The Gifts of Imperfection.

It is one thing to read the book and I have already once before. It is in the implementation and ongoing use of skills inside your tool box that equip you for the journey of life.

It is as I look at the word slow I notice the practice brings in other words that Brene has shared.

Words like art, play and compassion.

Brene writes how she made choices to slow.

The author, Dr Alicia Britt Chole, writes about her book The Sacred Slow that it is a sacred summons to nearness with God.

We are encouraged to sit and listen. To consider the better part.

A slowing. Offers its challenge and wildness to it.

To think outside the box!

That’s a wild idea.

Easily said. Put into practice thinking differently can be a little out of our comfort zone.

In Psalm 23:3 the Message renders the verse , you let me catch my breath.

Psalm 23 The Message photo Unsplash

Slow is time to inhale and make better choices. I approach this as a challenge. Of course that is exactly why we are drawn to certain words, people, places. A deeper magic is at work. Today I struggle with slowing to read that book. To slow up, to pay attention to the small things I need to do. This is the living practicing surrendering to the slow to listen and be a little wild. Take that walk, jump in the leaves. He is a strong tower so lean in. A lot.

I mused about the wild flowers. They neither toil nor spin.

Slow .


Hurry is the great enemy of the spiritual life in our day. You must ruthlessly eliminate hurry from your life. Dallas Willard 

Surrender 

We think on those unforced rythmns of grace. Slow up to lean in. Wild is its risk into a new way of seeing

Perhaps this slow, this Wild is about surrender.

Perhaps it is about seeing in. New way.

Perhaps it is surrendering to a new way of seeing the world I live in.

Perhaps we taste and see. The bread is on the table. How will I measure my life. With cups of flour and oil. Will I measure it’s fullness when I linger to drink the truth. To eat it and believe it.

To slow as I drink and eat the bitter with the sweet of life.

To enter into the wild of adventure new.

These are my notes dear friend.

Messages from my heart to yours.

Love Rach x