Breathing all around me,

I know You keep me here.

It’s only because You’re with me

that I haven’t crumpled with fear.

The silence ever deafening.

The walls are moving too fast.

In and out of consciousness,

All I see is my past.

“Don’t let me die” – an awkward phrase,

Said with little breath.

Your word will never fail me

Throughout what lies ahead.

There’s got to be a reason

Or I’d have gone that night.

Wisdom from a bleak season –

In life we should be light.


Day 21: Life or Death


Choosing not to see your pain
Doesn’t bring me gain.
Laughing at your fall
Doesn’t make me tall.

Being unforgiving
Only hinders living.
Sneering at your hurt
Doesn’t give me worth.

How we treat each other
With actions or with voice,
We’re loving, or we’re killing
Only we can make the choice.

Day 18: Too Late


Another one gone
Another one gone
That didn’t hear the song of life

So why aren’t we singing?
Why aren’t we singing?

We say this love is so strong
We want His light to shine on
But we’re happy in the strife

So why aren’t we brighter?
Shining in darkness

It’s not enough
It’s not enough to think about it
We must do what it takes
To Spread The Word

Here in the hurt
And all the pain
We have found the key to life again
So let’s open the door
For another in need

Best wishes don’t count
Faint hope and empty words
Won’t help someone that’s bound to fall

And we’re called to catch
And to lift
And to steady and encourage

Or are you willing to miss them?
What if you never told them?
What if they never found out?

If we believe, we’ve got a reason
Now is the time, now is the season
To help someone see
That the only way to see
Is to follow The Light
Before it all turns to night.

Life is fragile. We’re on a mission. We’ve been called for purpose. Let’s do what we’re called to, before it’s too late.

“If I believe there’s a Saviour, is the proof in me? Is He alive and breathing? Is He what they’ll remember? Is He what they’ll see when they look at me? Do I look like love?”

God is Still Good


A friend of mine died just a few weeks ago. The funeral and thanksgiving service were on Tuesday. What do people normally say in a post like this? Yes I’ll miss her. Yes it is a shock, it is an outrage. She was only 16. So much potential, so much LIFE ahead of her. But I don’t want to dwell on that. I know that in all of this, God is still good. It is only by God’s Grace, and the Strength that Jesus has given to me that I am able to keep going. It’s been a tough week in many ways. Through stress and sickness, God is my Healer. God gives me peace. God has a plan. God is still good. So no, this is not me claiming to have no feelings, or to now be unaffected by what happened. But I recognise and cling to the Truth that in the midst of trials God is my strength. And life goes on.