Inside. Right deep in the core of your tummy. A feeling that makes you nauseous. The whole body feels like it’s a minor tremor. Worry.

The thought processes whirl without trying. Before you know it every set scenario is formatting creating the deeper physical feeling that brings one into a diminished state.

Mother would comment, ‘here comes the waterworks’.

Society sees a smile and a gentle demeanour.

The boss bemoans your sensitivity but shouts anyway.

The worry of imperfection stares back at you offering failure and disappointment.

She should know by now!

She should.

Go figure.

The world spins and her world dances its chaos around it.

Be who you most deeply are.

Emily P Freeman writes.

Uncover the shape of your soul, turn down the voice of the inner critic and move into the world with courage to be who you most deeply are.

She pens the words into her notebook writes it down without looking. Knows each letter off by heart.

She wants to be that girl.

She wants to be the girl whose soul is confident in whom and whose she is.

Unforced Rhythms of grace.

The Message echoes the words.

She writes them down. They too are scribbled into her mind. She knows them off by heart.

A word in. A word out.

Slowly she hears the melody playing. The song with words that heal. She the believer. A woman who holds the capacity to breathe the Holy Spirit fire.

Really Breathe.

Corrie ten Boom defined worry as ‘a cycle of inefficient thoughts whirling around a centre of fear.’

She echoes back the words

Perfect love casts out fear.

She hears the preach.

The words bang loud.

Louder than the other words.


Something is silenced inside of her.

Be most deeply who are.

All the words string together like a pearl necklace. One of great price.

A deep cost of redemption.

No need to worry.

She knows she will quiver.

She knows she will still cry.

She knows she will feel the ache of living.


She knows that the Love that chose to step out and bring redemption pure and true. Is Hers.

You Unravel Me

With A Melody


Surround Me With

A Song

Of Deliverance…..

I rescue you because I loved you.

She hears the story. But it’s spoken with the unforced rhythms


She writes the post script. For she is forever growing in this journey of self awareness and surrender. In her Examen under Presence, she writes;

Sometimes we experience sadness, hear it, then we carry it, the whole bucket full. We pray, yet continue to carry the worry and sadness. Hands full. Jesus came to carry the load. Its the daily habit forming hard work. Tools to equip.  Surrender.

The unforced rhythm.
We cannot carry it. We need the habit of compassion and courage that speaks this grace to our souls. Releasing the weight of our buckets. To Christ.

Let’s write it out. Read it. Habit it into our thinking and our coffee moments and our ordinary days.

Matthew 11

Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. 

Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. 

I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you.

 Keep company with me 

and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly. 

Word in, word out.

Love Rach x

Gratitude Note

To Unsplash photographers

To the pastors and worship leaders who talk and sing of grace at Chroma Church.

To Emily P Freeman

To my readers and encouragers

To my editor and husband.

Thank You all for journeying with me.

All glory to Father Son and Holy Spirit.



I linger over this little word joy. I love its rounded lettering. Joy is often shaped into Christmas with gold, forming a hanging for decoration. I have shared quotes about joy from authors and bloggers. Joy is more than a decorated piece. Folded away till next time. Joy in my mind is a fierce little word with courage in its heart. Joy is our daily choice. Found in the day-to-day. We choose with our thinking. Daily reading Joy over our ordinary day.

Joy, it is that deep rooted thing inside me that is influenced by faith. By the Holy Spirit.
It is the inside me that needs to know exactly where my identity rests. Therein is Joy.

This joy is not dependent on the affirmation of others. The need to be validated or to be qualified in any way. Joy is the journey of appreciation with grace.

This joy sings in my sorrow, dances in my delights, lightens up my inkyblue mood. Joy brings the ballerina and the singer into my stumbling feet and baselike tones!

I can be me and joy is there. I can drift into a world of wonder and joy is there. I can craft failure and joy can lift me up to try again.

Let me choose Joy as the dawns orange glow lifts itself up from the night sky. Let me choose Joy when I eat my cheese sandwiches at lunch. Let me choose Joy as the moon brings it’s button buttermilk smile to the blackness of the nighttime sky.

The Word in and the word out.

The fruit of the spirit is Joy.

Rejoice always

Let Him sing joy over you


Hilary Yancey writes,

When I resist anxiety, even for a moment, I can catch a glimmer of the songGod is singing over my life : JOY.

Pete Grieg inspired me by his post that encouraged joy in the mundane,

Tears come uninvited to us all in the end. But joy does not. It is a butterfly, a melody waiting to be named. Our surprising, unsolemn duty, therefore, is not just to weep at life’s tragedy but to laugh at its bounty. To marvel at the simple magnificence of so many mundane things; the ephemeral light through a dirty window, that eternal moment between the first and second mouthful of chocolate cake.

“A thing of beauty is a joy forever.”  Keats

I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don’t want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want my everyday to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift.”  Cold Tangerines: Celebrating the Extraordinary Nature of Everyday Life

Naletu on Unsplash

Twinkle lights are the perfect metaphor for joy. Joy is not a constant. It comes to us in moments – often ordinary moments.

Sometimes we miss out on the bursts of joy because we’re too busy chasing down extraordinary moments. Other times we’re so afraid of the dark that we don’t dare let ourselves enjoy the light.

A joyful life is not a floodlight of joy. That would eventually become unbearable.

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

Brené Brown

John Piper writes a definition of joy from his thoughts on Philipians  –

Christian joy is a good feeling in the soul, produced by the Holy Spirit, as he causes us to see the beauty of Christ in the word and in the world. < img src=”https://rachnotes.files.wordpress.com/2017/09/img_9331-3.png&#8221; class=”size-medium alignleft wp-image-1035″ height=”1772″ width=”1772″><<<<<<<<<
y joy, it  gives me the opportunity to  slow,  to wait, to capture with my iPhone camera, a little beauty in a form of art that is within my grasp. A fading flower, an autumnal leaf, steaming strong coffee. A book with beautiful paper pages.

Word in word out

You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace

O Lord of Heaven’s Armies, what joy for those who trust in you. ~ Psalm 84:12

Oh for the Joy before Him, He endured the cross.

Joy comes in to view and can help me appreciate when I look back and reflect on the journey traveled thus far.

A deep quiet soul taking a  journey that has taught me where true joy is rooted right where I am, found there in the place where love truly abides.

Joy is that simplicity seeing light sparkling in the washing up bubbles, bringing the steaming  strong coffee  in to grateful cupped hands.  Perhaps maturity shines a bigger light on these things. Bringing value to the most important small.

Time to gather the beauty of Autumn. Let poetry and a thousand falling leaves fill my being with joy and profound gratitude.

The Joy of the Lord is my strength.

n the ordinary mundane living. Slow up my frames of living lettting me notice the unnoticeable.

Notice the segments in your clementine. Notice the lady as she shuffles her feet towards her goal with determination. Notice the blind young man unperturbed as he  gets on his train to get to a destination. The taste of lemon cake zesty and sweet. The water cool and sipped slowly. The rainbow as you drive the curve in the road and its thick short band of  colours fills your mind before it disappears and you walk into the office. A hug in life’s grief. Words texted to a friend saying hello.

Notice joy in the breaking of bread as a believer rises in faith despite the pain and challenges ahead.

Joy triumphs this comes out of authentic thankfulness .

Let’s choose Joy.

Happy October

Love Rach xx 🍁🍂

My Rucksack 

I have a new fabric rucksack.  The big block patterns are dark blue and green It's small light and comfortable to carry. 

It holds  the essentials; tissues, bottle of water, a purse and a mobile phone thus enabling my hands to be free. 

I carry other loads mentally. I carry grief, aloneness, disappointment and the struggles of overthinking!!

I journey this year reading bible in a year. Just today I'm reminded how to rise above my head stuff! 

I love the Psalms, penned from his experience, songs of David that resonate within me, 

‘I will be with you in trouble,

I will deliver you and honour you’ (Psalm 91:15b)

The words whispered something deep into my disappointments. When the dreams fade and the hopes you had are not realised, everything looks different. I feel the crazy maze of  grief  the girl  inside you cries because the feeling aches some more. The words that inspire hope,  honouring work, right into the tears of your soul. Honour. 

Honour. Like a rainbow over the grey sky the honour given is a lift up a stony crag. Its a coffee on a long day. Its a morning sunrise, lifting the eyes to the sky. It is a hand held securely that says I'm with you forever. 

The journey with the eternal one is not plain sailing! 

Grit. We need grit! Endurance. Perseverance. Vision when the way looks lonely. A new dream when the road bends. Ability to carry the rucksack along the road of life. To keep going. To strive on. To know the burden is light yet the way can get tough. 

My aunt and uncle reach their diamond wedding Anniversary . I observe the great teacher and baker tiring, yet the grit of endurance is clear. They still love. Its the most powerful thing. Metaphorically they have stopped carrying some stuff but their rucksack is still on their backs. The greatest is Love. Love beyond everything. 

So what shall we say then. 

Keep carrying your rucksack for the kingdom. Bring a lot of heaven to earth by loving one another. 

I'm reading a great book Surprised By Oxford by Carolyn Weber, she writes with such art and delight in a discovery of Gods kingdom . 

Quote - the reason I wrote this book reports Carolyn is this;

To take away from the book that we are absolutely beloved of God and each have a meaning in His story.

I carry my rucksack , the grit conveying strength of character with determination and endurance. Knowing I'm beloved, part of  Gods story and honoured. 

Keep on Keeping on. Rucksack on. Beloved. 

The verse says , take my yoke, it's a light one.

The daily reminder into your heart and mine, to know whose we are,  the purpose we exist and carry our own rucksack in this world.

To be love and share the beauty and ongoingness. Keep doing the next right thing.


… your body is a sacred place, the place of the Holy Spirit’ 

1 Corinthians 6:19 The Message. 

Let's keep sharing in our journey.
Keep on keeping on, carrying our rucksacks .
Love Rach x

Intentional Living 

I read a tweet by the author Shauna Niequist. Her essence was let’s do less social media and do more presence work. This captured my thinking and challenged it. 

Mostly the young folk get addicted. Mostly the young folk pay attention to social networking sites. 

As I watched my habit and affirmations of likes I recognised that this need for favour sat heavily on me. 

In the quiet corner of the library you’ll find me there. In the ones and twos you’ll see me there. In the solitary and pen I’ll hunt out the notepad and park. 

If you want to talk over the phone, I’ll make myself scarce. 

Find me a camera and sunrise, the opening cord to the day or a closing symphony as lights dim and a golden glow floods the world with spectacular aura. 

Slow up the world let it dream of beauty not shame, joy not sorrow, transformation not death. Bring some uniqueness and contemplation. Hush the judges and betrayers. Bring the artist to the table. Let her share her art without condemnation. Let her sculpt her craft and be who she is meant to be. 

Let her song of love be the birdsong to someone’s heart. Let the fragrance of her garland surround another, bringing colour and essence of joy, being peace to the mind so desperately needed. 

Script by @ hollyjoyholt

When she seats herself on a chair to declare a truth and make a difference in the world, let her radiate the Christ. To the child of God who cannot see, to the man for whom life is too much. To the dying and the confused. Don’t give up on the one who needs you most   

Rise up into a new day. Rise and rest into a closing day. Rise to be loved. Rise because you are lifted and guided to a light that is beyond space and time. 

Be light. Be His light. Shattering shame with truth and liberty. 

Be yourself and let that be transparent in all its complexities and uniqueness. 

Don’t be afraid. Be you. Be the change that’s needed where you are in your street, in your coffee shop, in your world. 

Be intentional. Be intentionally you. 

Be present. Be the listener. Be the best carrier in your world, offering Hope clothed in humility that extends the arm of care. Right there inside your people.

Live intentionally don’t be crushed, be beautifully you in the life you’re living. 

Amen 💐

The books I read to my children 

… and how they speak to me now. 

Two boys were born from my womb into this world.

As a nurturing lady I loved the feeding and the bath fun and then the clean pyjamas and the book

A favourite that still is in my possession is, We're going on a bear hunt.

The refrain that was read again and again. The opening of pages together and the repeat. The cycle of sharing books continued with the grandsons. 

Should it be the biggest surprise then that the words are planted in my head!

Deeper still the words are found in my mind as I experience the hills and valleys of life of growing older. Losing loved ones. A nana , mum, dad and friends.  

Words shared with the little ones back then echo at a deeper level with a profound message that repeated its refrain,

You can't go under it, you can't go around it, you have to go through it. 

The truth is a kiss that says you can do this journey, you can go through it. Brave and fearfulness still grip the soul of me. Yet the firm foothold on the grit of the road step after step knowing avoidance is not how to do this. Its the steadfast hope looming for the bigger dream. A God dream. God-colours. I'm walking with a firmer step now. The journey through offerslight vibrant not grey. Distinctive. 

The next book is so very tiny. It offers a joy to read and the pictures are a delight.

Can't you sleep little bear?

The light in this story is never quite enough. A bigger lantern is brought in to create a better experience and eradicate the dark.

Stepping out to the moon offers the real experience. A full moon fills the whole being with light. 

Contentment brings rest. Light becomes enough. Oh the beauty of a child's story. The dark all around can be troublesome and frightening, yet how we are healed and restored as we experience the best of lights. A beauty and a wonder at the chromatography of God inside us. We can be so aware of our darkness about our world. Look up there's a bigger light and a illumination in the Christ who brings the Light to us. 

Grace instead of a hammer that knocks us back and makes me cower. Greater Grace. I'm only just touching the surface of it. The Love of it. The hand in my journey through and the Light beaming its best redemptive story into my world. 

I know Jesus has it covered . 

I've just to trust. 


Rach x

Rise Anyway

She gets that overwhelmed feeling oft. 

Builds a strategy

 a space 

a walk

 a breathe

 a prayer. 

It’s okay


Coffee break 


The bible app 

Panic still pervades her

She Sinks into a lost 



Rise is her word 

She chose it 

‘Live it now girl ‘

She unkindly speaks 

Into her own heart


R I S E 

She remembers his hand 

Reaching out

Her defeat caught 

grace unmeasurable 

Gifted to her 

The thought caught in the thicket

The tears dried by understanding love 

Rise is made possible 


He is 

I am 

Emmanuel never leaves 



c o m p a r i s o n 

C o m p a r i s o n

So! who hasn’t read the famous quote by Theodore Roosevelt and experienced the feeling of not good enough? 

Who hasn’t  read the blogs and  books  that shares a story and remedy of comparing yourself with another . 

If you journey through life you see that it starts early, innocently . Comparing dolls and then coats and then jeans and hair . Then gifting and sociality .  Spiritual comparison bringing the wrong emphasis to faith that teaches love and hope. 

It’s when the comparing causes the emotional torment opposing the beauty of who you essentially are. Going deeper into my heart by reasoning my existence 
My blogging 
Why blog? For me it’s about writing and photography and discovering . 

It’s a journey to find how I fit into the world of life, loving,  living and purpose. 
‘And its waking hearts to life’
It’s observing how I hesitate at how I can grow . Not slotting into the extraordinary or leader or best at anything at all ! 

It’s key for me is in both understanding and accepting, found in two words, the ‘season’ word alongside the ‘unique’ word, with ‘don’t compare’ right across it!  In knowing my season and living it, [see the book Simplify by Bill Hybels ] in valuing my uniqueness and embracing the creative me that does not hide nor listening to the fear that fights to crush and compare. 

There is a fight in me. Inherent in me, to pursue something great glorious and beautiful . 

‘His love is strong it is furious. His love is sweet His love is wild’

To dare, to stand in our current season, to know and experience anew a wildness – strength – holy furious love. 

To dare to believe in a belonging that doesn’t wrap itself around how I can fail. That isn’t about how ashamed I am at being me. How I’m never good enough. Never clever or pretty or creative enough. And young enough!! 

Never c o n f i d e n t enough. 

Sink slowly into…. 
Comparisons because when you aren’t enough you look to see what appears to be enough to copy emulate admire.

Notice that you’re not loved as much or  promoted at all and the diminishing of ones value becomes small and my true purpose is lost. 

We talked before about rising. 
It’s my choice.  To rise – to pray – to read – to drink coffee. Eat a banana, walk ……

To have faith to believe.  To see wisdom and vision . To be enlightened 

 Ephesians 1 Grasp the immensity of this glorious way of life God has for you. 

I rise by faith . Not by measuring my smallness . Not by comparing . I rise because in the middle of the tiny thoughts that say to me you can’t and you’re useless there’s a whisper that never leaves that’s saying into my heart LISTEN TO ME. 

Listen to a love that never needs comparison . 

That roars like a lion to be stronger than my fears. 

That speaks through words that say, you’re wonderful and created to show my glory . Psalm 139. 

  I rise best when I oppose my comparison torture by rising with one who is  my creator and my saviour. 

I rise because I can,

in Him . 
‘You split the sea- So I could walk right through it-You drowned my fears in perfect love’

It’s raining as I write this post . Torrential drops fast and furious fall . The light is diffused by mist and cloud and the slow folding away of summer birthing a new season. 

Seasons depart . 

We all need to learn how to grow or rest in our season. But there is a miracle for every season. 


My hope in this season of mine is to address the truth of the present. What is. Knowing Christ and my revelation for today. Eternal perspective never leaves the horizon. 

Embrace the truth and liberation that is mine . Held in the deliverance that one called Jesus offers me daily . A cross and a furious wild love spoke to me. May it speak clearly with a new voice. May the room with the throne be my glory place. 

Comparing makes me diminished and destroyed.  Cowering and afraid. It is not trusting . 

Jesus love on a crazy cross with arms open of love love love. It says to me a very different story. Curtains torn . Upside down. There’s room. Room for us all . Room for you. That space, my space where I belong and am to be a beautiful ambassador to this love . A daughter who has a belonging where a lion roars for me and the empowering of the godhead explode to shower stars and hope to a nation that needs to know there’s room. 

A furious love 
Let’s walk and learn and move leaning into a love that strips comparison of  ourselves to others,  to one that speaks to His daughter loudest.
I am a child of God

Love Rach 

Post Script :-

Aliza Latta in her post, ‘The opposite of comparison’ which I found when I googled exactly that! 

She says- 

‘God is greater than even our deepest need and larger than even our largest worry’

In her blog post I found the answer to the question  I was asking! 

The opposite to comparison 

is PEACE. 

Of course!!! For when I compare I lose my peace. 

Sharing too in this postscript I was inspirited  by Kate @ playfulday in her piece  about connection on her post in Instagram . 

The quiet network – This is a Network that helps you hold together pieces that you can’t quite figure out how to piece together yet. It has a way of raising you up by saying “I know” with very little contact. It’s just there when it matters. 

It’s right there in the likes. So I can choose peace in not being best liked or I can value the connection I have through the likes. As Kate calls it a network, this relational link that has high value in our wellbeing. The comparison breaks us down peace and connection ‘raise us up! ‘

Note ….
…….Thankful for ….

…… song writers Bethel Music-that inspire a hope that is firmly rooted in Christ, to Jeremy Riddle for the song used here called Furious. 

….. For writers and artists who say important stuff better than I ever could. 

Thank you my reader,  for bringing your lovely self here  to muse my notes . 

Experiencing His Presence in my Moments


This is my word for 2016 . Life is full of them. All variable in how they can be received. Daily moments get delivered into my lap. Figuratively.
There is the disappointments, the rain filled holiday,  girlie coffee moments,  the out and about ramble, morning breakfast rush, the not belonging, the hug that says I care,  the ache,  the faithfulness,  the best meal, the betrayal. The moments pile up. Mixed bunch! 

How do I view my moment? Whom should I share them with? What is the worth of a moment? Even the moments that cause us turmoil and confusion. Can I actively keep Christ focused and let each one give God the best praise in it. 

Let’s maintain a curiosity. A wonder. A value. Seeing even the hard places of our life. As a moment that we learn and grow in . Knowing it’s a growth towards contentment. Our main belonging is in Christ. It’s the foundational trampoline from which we need to bounce everything. 

His presence in us makes every moment every day count #liveforHisglory -Juliet Barber Vineyard Church Pastor 

Moment looks different daily . I want to hold my moments  up to the sky . Father God help me to give my moments to you and trust you because you nourish me, give me strength and are with me. Even when the sky looks grey . 

It’s not being afraid when you can’t see the stars 

It’s sitting in the silence not afraid to feel it . 

It’s holding that gift of peace in the middle of the muddles in life . A settled confidence 

It’s holding still the ache, content in its work, that with the Lord all is well 

Moment – when richness rises like a bird soars into the blackness and know peace anyways  

At the moment of my mothers death I did not realise that she took with her a root irreplaceable.

That the shards remaining would never ever translate back to how it used to be

Her emotional strength had left with her  and this was like a ribbon that could never make that same bow again . Never.

 I take this moment this realisation. Feel its grief and the change that ensues from it and the change that I too have to make!  I know that my belonging, the presence,  is right here now,  in this moment.  Not just in knowledge but in experience. It has not died. The amazing presence of Christ is helping me to make those moments count. Indeed to ‘Keep living for His glory.’

For our momentary light affliction is producing for us an absolutely incomparable eternal weight of glory. 2 Corinthians 4:17 

Hope rises . Like a new morning. Moments anew remind me of faithfulness. Stones of remembrance stack 





Thankfulness fills my being as I count again the pile of moments that say it’s beautiful! 
I encourage you to remain open handed to the beauty that’s within and around you. 

As I muse more on the word moment. The gathering of them. The gratitude for them and the grace strength and comfort needed in them, sometimes I find what I’m gaining is presence. 

Don’t you love how he promises that always . Through his words that are spoken He promises presence. The holy  spirit is the comforter . Presence. In the middle of life being intentional,  love living life by being present by noticing . Not just the physical thing like petals and toast and books. Feeling,  hearing,  touch the sensory. His presence is in the moments. In the experience . I’m gathering them . I’m knowing Him more. 

John 16:7Amplified Bible  But I tell you the truth, it is to your advantage that I go away; for if I do not go away, the Helper (Comforter, Advocate, Intercessor—Counselor, Strengthener, Standby) will not come to you; but if I go, I will send Him (the Holy Spirit) to you [to be in close fellowship with you].

It’s in the experience of our moments recognising them . We see God working daily in our lives. His presence revealing truth into our daily living. #liveforHisGlory 


Hello lovely readers. Pull up a chair let’s chat . 

 Today after my Pilates class I drove home listening to radio 4. The words made me laugh! Keep calm and carry on! At this moment the atmosphere is all but. Anxious words and angry expression fall out into the world relating to politics and football. Yet it’s true we need to keep stepping out calmly and not giving in. 

Let’s think a whole few minutes not about the current climate but about our moments. Keep being gentle , kind , compassionate. 

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

In the middle of reflecting on the word I chose for 2016 -moment – musing on how I have lived my word and planning to use the meandering in my mind as my next blog post. It came to me the power of it as the EU voting is completed and the outcome for UK is uncertain. 

The spiritual leaders give us direction and encouragement to focus on our eternal perspective. 

Strength, Hope and Trust are our swords to hold and believe in as we look to courageously take the next step whatever that looks like. 
God says : When the earth and all its people quake, it is I who hold its pillars firm. 

Psalm 75 : 3

It’s easy to lose that peace and when I posted some notes on Instagram about His perfect peace in my sleepless moments, of considering my loss, feeling the anxiety and facing my deep fear, I challenged myself as to what will I trust in. His peace or my unrest. 

Acceptance that I’m vulnerable or resist and be independent and isolated. 

I choose to hold in my precious moments of living my life that I will embrace His peace and His foundation. 

Daily moments of coffee drinking and photographs blend into the encounters with my neighbours. The Italian friend, the beautiful European who helps me, the Chinese lady who services me a smile as I buy my items . The French gentleman who proffers wise counsel in the political arena. The Turkish restaurant in Birmingham where we ate and smiled a while with friends. The Malaysian lady who encouraged my heart at church. The African lady who brings joy into life and those around her. Then there is our American family. A rooted part of us in our ancestral past in Northern Ireland and Scotland. Places where my heart still remains. Because of people. 

I hold each moment shared  and each person who are so part of me as so very precious. Valuing the diversity and colour of my world. 

Lets hold truth. Let’s be vulnerable just by living because that vulnerability means we love. 

Let’s do that thing that we are exhorted to do

Love each other in all our moments 

Love one another as I have loved You 
So I give you a new command: Love each other deeply and fully. Remember the ways that I have loved you, and demonstrate your love for others in those same ways. Everyone will know you as My followers if you demonstrate your love to others. 

John 13:34,35
Moments chosen to give value to the daily gratitude I practice. Found In a moment in time . Face . Song flowers cloud word, even hard moments are gifts and speak of strength 

Moments in my day as I saw a lady determined and strong walking stooped but never giving up. A Moment remembered. 

Look up at your sky how is it painted.. What moments make your world . Do we get choices? Hard moments We all get them. The over sensitive Person perhaps more so! So what helps you through them? Good focus right perspective.

 Every moment is to be valued . A precious thing. Even the boring jobs and the pain and grief of life. No thing is useless. God works it together for good. 

Moments. Gratitude daily . Coffe and Examen. I follow a simple format of prayer that embraces realness and gratefulness. It creates a valuable structure for me. Once practiced years ago by Christians . It’s an adapted version by prayer 24/7 and offers me a daily structure which I’ve come to value and grow in . I look at myself and know even when moments are hard to push through, still I feel the moment I am honest and practice kindness. Moments make up our day. 

Esther a book in the bible paraphrased- 

It is for this moment you were created 

We are constantly learning that what makes the difference is :- 

Our willingness to turn again and again (EP Freeman )

Isaiah 30:15The Voice :-

Listen! The Lord, the Eternal, the Holy One of Israel says, In returning and rest, you will be saved In quietness and trust you will find strength

I say value your moments , not with some unreal expectations, but with the grittiness of living. Not by ignoring life’s stuff but by holding on to the truths that sink deep. Keep calm and carry on . Noticing and still valuing our moments. 

Thank you dear friend for sharing some moments with me today. 



Definition :-

When busyness  and being need room . 

Consider the waves . Sea – storm and calm . Life overlaps us like waves, one white frothy curve after the other . Or gentle ripples stretching the seashore unceasingly . Relentless . 

Be still . Know 

I Am God 

Is it To value the moments when one is not rushing or filling in each gap in the day with events and people. Can we know that ‘still ‘ in life’s chaos too.? Can we choose. Choose to embrace the still , inner still . Anyways. Centred. Perspective. Christ’s. 
Charlotte Gambil on her IG post says, 
The art of still is something we learn over time . Being still is to find that depth of trust and steadiness that no matter what the storm the still within holds us fast. 

 I have experienced when life overlaps and space squeezes us we find the end of ourselves . 

“You can only hear your life sing — when you still.” Says Ann Voskamp – author of ‘One Thousand gifts’.

I discover my still, my steady, my enough is rooted in trust. 
Ephesians 3:17.  Amplified Bible.. so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through your faith. And may you, having been [deeply] rooted and [securely] grounded in love 

Right there you can be filled full with all the resource you need . 


You know the  ‘be still’. As you move in to the waves and wild of your life . That firm root is established in you through the very name and source of it all – Jesus . After all the waves and elements know His name . 

As I move through to new horizons I do so with confidence . When it looks dark . When the way is not clear. I cannot see the artists complete picture . Yet i know His love and Words win. 

If your choosing like me, to close on the overlapping of life- to a slower overlapping . Or if it’s grace to temper the overlapping with wisdom – either way we have the truth  rooted in love, in us. The holy spirit has been sent for this . I send you the Comforter. In there is kindness hope and extravagant love. 

I love the Narnia magic that keeps bringing me back to  holiness and wonder. Knowing that the best place to be is centred in that steadiness.  We trust in His authority to work it out in our lives . Therein is this triune melody. 

He knows us and how how to steady us best 

Let’s be assured in that truth . 

Some words I read and  i hold them  because they speak something deep into me.

Let our verse : Psalm 46:10

be still and know I am God 

Bring ability to discover ~

Inner strength 






in our overlapping days. 

Be secure in that place that holds us and keeps us .

 Assurance in the flapping, 

of life overlapping , 

in the change,

in the waves . 

Still is in us because He is .