Category: Mixed Feelings

Another Wave

It’s 3 weeks since my brother passed away and I miss him like crazy.

The grieving process for me has been deep, as waves of sadness sweep over me at unexpected moments, and for no apparent reason other than they’re inside & need to get out.  Of course, the ability to express grief through writing has been immensely important and therapeutic, which is why I’ve not hesitated to share my experience through Ready Writer – also I guess if it can help one other person on their painful journey, then the exercise will be doubly worth-while.

This morning, during early devotions, another wave crashed onto the shore-line of my broken heart. As it surged over me, somehow I was able to recall and hang on to words which have been sustaining me during this period – “Into my grieving I weave …” Here’s a link to a previous post entitled: Into-My-Grieving

Now, reading in the Psalms has proved such a solace over many years, and today was no exception, for Psalm 107 ministered deeply, bringing re-assurance of God’s ‘enduring love’ and the knowledge that He delivers from distress those who call on him in trouble – the refrain of verses 6, 13, 19 and 28.

Furthermore, verses 29, 30 of the Psalm spoke directly to my heart with the following words: “He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed. They were glad when it grew calm, and he guided them to their desired haven” – reminding me of Jesus as He stood in fishing boat on Lake Galilee and ordered wind and waves: “Be muzzled” – Oh, the peace my Saviour brings.

If that was not sufficient I also found my way to some incredible words of Celtic Daily Prayer (in Book Two) as follows:-

Declaration of Faith

Lord, I will trust You, help me to journey beyond the familiar and into the unknown

Give me the faith to leave old ways and break fresh ground with You

Christ of the mysteries, can I trust You to be stronger than each storm in me ?

I determine amidst all uncertainty always to trust

I choose to live beyond regret, and let You recreate my life

I believe You will make a way for me and provide for me, if only I trust You

I will trust in the darkness and know that my times are still in Your hand

I will believe You for my future, chapter by chapter, until all the story is written


I believe God’s sustaining grace is enough and more than enough.

Changing to another metaphor, I’m profoundly grateful that the Good Shepherd is with me even as I walk through this dark valley.

Thank You, Jesus







Any Room ?

Please stop and ask yourself

“Do I make space for what really matters”

OR is it a case of :

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No room for the Baby at Bethlehem’s Inn,
Only a cattle shed,
No home on this earth for the dear Son of God,
Nowhere to lay his head.
Only a cross did they give to our Lord,
Only a borrowed tomb,
Today He is seeking a place in your heart,
Will you still say to Him “No room”?


O Lord, in my heart there’s a welcome for You,
Gladly I now would say,
‘Come in, blessed Saviour, my heart and my life
Henceforth would own Your sway.
Long have You waited and long knocked in vain
Outside my heart’s closed door;
O cleanse me from sin, then dear Lord, enter in
And dwell there forever more’


“Behold I stand at the door and knock …”

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An allegorical painting entitled: “The Light of the World” (from the 1850’s)

by English pre-Raphaelite artist, William Holman Hunt


“Let every heart prepare Him room …”

A Referendum Ramble

The ill-conceived and deeply divisive UK Referendum on the European Union will soon be over, bar the shouting of a triumphant team, be it Leave or Remain.

Close followers of the media-driven ‘debates’ may be forgiven for  thinking that these have generated far more heat than light.

I’m reminded how a Hebrew prophet, named Isaiah, once complained of his generation: “…truth has stumbled in the streets, honesty cannot enter. Truth is nowhere to be found … ”

Likewise, in the frenzied search for sound bites, catchy slogans, sensational headlines and knock-out blows it’s often appeared to me that the greatest casualty in the entire circus has been truth. Indeed it has been virtually impossible to find the needle of truth in the haystacks of distortion, exaggeration, misrepresentation, and blatant deception characterising so much of the farce that’s been called ‘debate’.


Consequently, as in the prophet’s day, there are many among us who may feel that, “… justice is far from us, and righteousness does not reach us. We look for light but all is darkness; for brightness, but we walk in deep shadows. Like the blind we grope along the wall, feeling our way like men without eyes. At midday we stumble as if it were twilight …”

BUT … one bright & shining light was cruelly snatched from us in the midst of all the shenanigans, in the person of the much-loved and admired MP, Jo Cox. The values of tolerance, inclusiveness, justice, co-operation, generosity and love which Jo stood for, transcend all boundaries – whether political or otherwise – and point us in the direction of a better world.

In the name of humanity may we all listen and learn

Gunnerside Gleanings

After a recent visit with friends to this lovely spot in Swaledale, North Yorkshire

I penned the words below, and included some visual images

Simply click on a thumbnail to enlarge

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Stretching out beyond me

amid panoramic views of

wooded valleys and grassy hills,

a narrow, labyrinthine trail

twisting, turning o’er

uneven terrain, littered with …


… displaced rocks from

precipitous cliffs above

… gnarled tree roots

standing proudly prominent

 … low-hanging branches

wildly over-arching


All dampened by drizzly droplets

demanding utmost respect

ready to stumble or ensnare

the careless or the unaware.

A mirror and chronicle

of my enigmatic soul



Counsel to a Council

Toxic fumes – party spirit fills the air

Suspicion, aggression, division – they’re all there

Treating one another with disdain

Kindergarten trends, Westminster terrain


There goes the blue-eyed, mafia-like mob

ruthlessly manipulated by Councillor Rob,

facing Councillor Mike’s dishevelled crew

(those red flag-flyers through and through)


Discordant seeds abundantly sown

springing up to harvest when full grown.

Anger, acrimony, prejudice prevail

Be not surprised when social fabrics fail


Divided communities never, ever stand,

breeding grounds for an extremist hand.

Voice of moderation must be heard

Will any recognise ‘prophetic’ word


“You’re not here party interest to seek

but Higher Will, common good, raise the weak.

Go, serve a generation: that’s your goal !

Bringing folk together, making whole”


faithful wounds

Written to express my personal dismay at the partisan politicization

of Brigg Town Council, which recently took a dramatic turn