Anchored To Hope

Hey Fam! I wrote this blog last week, before the news of another pastor caught in a web of infidelity made its way to the headlines. Ouch. That one hurt my heart. They all do, but that one was deep. Thankfully, the only need we have is Jesus, the only mentor we can fully trust is Jesus. The only wisdom and encouragement we need is found in His word.  So with that in mind, here’s the words I plopped down last week:   Hello Friends, new and old. 2020. Here we are. On the eve of an election, in the heat of a pandemic, on the edge of our seats hoping and praying that 2021 will be a new start. We’re imperfect humans with a perfect God. We’re simultaneously broken and whole. We are living in this timeline of fallen humanity and perfect peace. Flesh and Spirit. We as humans are in the constant wrestle of the world and God, pleasure and pain, jealousy, anger, bitterness, forgiveness, happiness, desperation, excitement, disappointment. Essentially, if we a...

Hey Lovely Ones,  It’s been a little minute since we last chatted. What a minute it has been! 2020 is its own brand of weird!  Stay safe fam. Last year I wrote a blog    called “Fresh Or Fester“ about a silly injury I had on a school camp and how just a small amount of gunk not cleaned out of it led to a gross infection. Moral of the story was- don’t let the unforgiveness take root in your heart and cause an all out infection in your soul.  However, today I cleaned behind the couch. Like I’m talking pulled it out, took it apart and really got in there with a garbage bag.  A thorough clean out.  It was like a horrible Showbag from the Royal Adelaide Show, filled with old gummy bears, 3 non-matching socks belonging to one Jason McPhee, a golf ball, a crayon, Pokémon cards, a pretzel and a triangle. Yes a TRIANGLE (One of those things you get given in music class if you can’t play anything else.) Gross. But necessary.  To be honest it was so engraine...

Hey friends!   It’s been a while!  2020 sure went off with a bang didn’t it?! A new year and a new decade!  We claim it as a new season and with new hope, we reach out for more than just the mundane.  The expectation that there is more.  And there is. But it isn’t always wrapped up in the nice present want it to be.  Comfort is a killer. It’s my favourite thing ever though. Since I can remember, my Mum was so beautiful at making every where we went feel like home. Whether it was a caravan park or an Easter camp, we were surrounded by home.  I absolutely do the same for my babies now (my teenager is still so obsessed with his “Thomas The Tank Engine” pillow that he took it on year 8 camp.)  I love, love, love being with people, but I also love home, the couch, a blanket, Netflix, silence.  It’s a weird tension, but being comfortable is dangerous. It’s easy.  The path of least resistance.  I fe...