Author Archives: Rebecca

Today, we remember. All those who have died in warfare, as combatants or civilians. Today we remember. All those scarred by warfare, physically and mentally, and by the challenges of returning home to a world that just doesnt’t make sense any more. Today we remember. All those areas where war is still life, reality, dailyContinue reading “A Prayer for Sunday 8th November 2020 – Remembrance Sunday”

I am so very tired right now. The world is exhausting. The news is relentless and overwhelming. Shepherding my family through this season is taking so much of my strength, and I thank God for Their well of replenshment freely offered or I don’t know what I would do quite frankly! God got sick andContinue reading “I need to Write, I need to Pause”

God of all, God of now, hear our prayer. There is so much uncertainty in the air. We are unclear, confused, with worries for the near future and fears for what lies ahead. Still us and calm our troubled souls. In this time of raging waters, be our anchor. In this time of fearsome winds,Continue reading “A Prayer for Sunday 1st November 2020”

God, you are good. You are so good. Goodness is you and goodness is in you. I thank you for goodness, for all that is is and all that you are. God I thank you for all the expressions of your goodness. For all the ways you tend to us when life isn’t good. ForContinue reading “A Prayer for Sunday 25th October 2020”

God, there is so much sadness in the world, I thank you for times of howling laughter with my son who shares my sense of humour to the letter. God, there is so much pain in the world, I thank you for times of gentle hugs with my daughter who shares my love of softContinue reading “A Prayer for Sunday 18th October 2020”

She rests. Watches. Waits. Her brood continue their merry lives around her, oblivious to the weighty responsibility of feeding and caring for the pride that she bears. She holds still, conserving the energy she will need for the moment … She rises, bolts. Runs like the wind, fiercly, boldly. Grabs her prey, wrestles it, doggedly,Continue reading “The Lioness Within”

This weekend was a hard one. I could barely walk. My neighbour, a lovely gentleman who cares for his Mother, had noticed I had been struggling and came round to gift me a three wheeled walker his parents had bought but barely used. The enabling gift to help me was the first set of tears.Continue reading “When She Comes to Walk with Me”