Tag: Christian
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something special
You say “I’m nothing special.”are you kidding me? you are superhuman / superwoman / my idol / all I want to be when I grow up / you hate confrontation and yet face issues head on / you hate superfluous greetings and yet are abundant in humour and friendly offerings / even for those who…
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The words we label ourselves – on how we respond to rejection and failure.
Rejection. I have tasted rejectionIn a thousand different waysThe comment that was ignoredThe smile that was not offeredThe way you walked out of the roomAs I walked inThe invitation that was extendedHumbly and nervouslyOnly to be discarded, I assume. I never even heard from you. Rejection that has made me SadderStrongerBraver WeakerRejection that has made…
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Called to Compassion
Last week I had the opportunity to attend a PD session. On the outside, it appeared to be for me and my development, time away to learn and reflect. In one session the leader, a Priest, read an email from a dear friend of his. This friend was dealing with “a new normal” and balancing…
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done.
Have you ever felt done?DepletedCompletely and utterlyUnmistakably DONE?You’re done – morethan you’ve ever been before. The most done.Done-est.What if We reframed ‘being done.What if It isn’t actually The most done.but The Beginning.At the end of our tetherAt the end of our limits our control our abilitiesWe find how littleIs in our control.And how much freedom…
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Blessed are the Mothers
(in the trenches) Blessed are the mothers in the trenches Those with a newbornWhose screaming faceThey are just getting to knowAnd yet, already, love completely, intimately – eternal.Blessed are the mothersUnfolding and cracked open Struggling to bloomEmpty stomachs, full arms, The messy bun solidified with dry shampooFor the fourth, fifth, tenth? Day in a row…
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Life’s Mirrors – on Humility & being teachable
Is there anything quite as humbling as our children holding up mirrors to our flaws? Seeing them act in less-than-flattering ways and instantly thinking, yep, that’s me. This is my daughter and I. Sometimes my son. I feel like the list of all their undesirable behaviours come from me. I witness my daughter’s clumsiness and…
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What we carry – a poem for Holy Week
I sat down and started drafting this blog late in December. I think originally it was meant to be about the hope for a new year and all the glorious “new” that is to come. In early January, I revisited it and made some additions. After a holiday and the commencement of school (and real…
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A bit about Lent and the traditions that shape us.
There are some traditions we do just “to do them.” These traditions come with a form of expectancy and repetition, maybe without consideration of why. I suppose it would be fair to say that Lent might also be a little bit like this. If we are not careful, it rolls around in the calendar and…
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Advent – on holding out for Hope
We have reached December and I am feeling more burnt out than most years. That might not be true. Surely every year I collapse at the end and feel this exhausted? But, also, maybe not. This year feels more so. As a teacher, the end of the year is A LOT. As a parent, the…
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I love weddings & I love marriage more – reflections on both.
I love weddings. If you know me even a little, I doubt you are surprised by this revelation. I have been in many conversations with friends, and even acquaintances, who are lamenting an upcoming wedding or particularly their involvement in a bridal party and I pretend to sympathise, but I do not. Yes, weddings can…
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