One of my facebook friends posted a brief quote which mentioned that Jesus’ disciples have scars and stories. Tonight this poem from Amy Carmichael turned up in my feedreader courtesy of Chris Castaldo. Our scars are not the reason we’re redeemed. But every redeemed follower of Christ will their scars. No Scar? Hast thou no …
The second verse of Dorothea Mackellar’s My Country is embedded into the psyche of Australia. Even for someone like me who can’t stand being outdoors. It will be constantly referenced in some form or another over this Australia Day weekend. I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of …
Rebecca Reynolds has posted this poem, entitled Mother’s Day, at the Rabbit Room. In achingly beautiful words it maps out a life experience some women deal every day, not just once a year. I remember what it was like to want a baby. I remember how it felt to walk through the grocery store watching …
In the song Waiting For You, John Gooch asks the not-so-rhetorical question: …all my dreams, are they predicated on, nothing going wrong… and provides his own observation. …that ain’t life though… Have a listen here. HT: Zac Hicks
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