Eustace In The Garden

I have spent more time in the garden this week. Planting and tenting tomatoes and capsicum, just in case there are any frosts in these next weeks to the middle of October. I was listening to an audio book and having a discussion with God about writing. I’m always talking to Jesus about something - all the time, it’s quite easy, try it. Writing is “The Thing” for me. It’s what I have always wanted to do, and it seems that now, the timing is right. So we’re chatting, and I’m turning over the fattest worms I’ve seen for a long time – which is a great sign for my tomatoes - and he comes up with this line which sounds like it’s out of one of the Anne of Green Gables movies. “Just write what you

My Pollyanna Brain

One of the things I have noticed over the last few years, post Brain Injury, is both bizarre and fun – thankfully! On occasion there seems to be an increase in serotonin release in my brain for no apparent reason. Somewhere in there, the receptors for the “Need-To-Be-Happy” have been damaged, and they OD me with the chemicals for love and other euphoria without any warning and without any links to external stimuli. This lets me down occasionally when I need it – and I have to choose to like situations and circumstances when it refuses to work at all…but them’s the breaks. Here's an explanation about all the things serotonin does in the body. I had nearly a whole week of over production of se

Dreaming Of A Secret Drawer

That totes sounds like a line from a 60s’ folk song… not a particularly well written one either! Anyway, that’s what I did. I had a dream that I was in a race to find a secret drawer in a cabinet. I won. The drawer was found. It had a lot more compartments in it than was probable. It was also empty and unfinished, as in, unrefined, raw wood, not varnished etc. At that point it was a little disappointing actually. Over the last month or so, I have been engaged in a prayer task that has kept me quite busy at late (and early) hours. These often have a very particular impact on me and I have to be very careful with how I approach my self-care, what impact it has on my expectations of God and my

In The Order Of Melchizedek

In general, relationships are hard. They take a heck of a lot more work than most of us are prepared to either acknowledge or put in. Especially if there is little visible pay-out for us in the end product. Humanity is a dichotomous beast in its core. I wrestle with this in myself a lot. How to be Christ-like when I can see my own motivations very clearly for what they are. I come from a long line of managers. We manage many things, including ourselves, each other and the world around us. (Sorry guys, y’all know it’s true!) It’s one step back from control, but it’s very firmly in the same family!! Thankfully, mostly we’re also pretty good at looking in the Mirror of Truth, dun, dun, duuuuuuu

Jesus: All About YOU

Since it seems we’re on a roll with who we are, it looks like it’s continuing for at least this post. I used to own a Jack Russell, and when he went up a tree after a possum, that was it, the possum was all he thought about. Yes, Jack Russells do climb trees. It’s probably a good idea to take things out of the existential and into the practical. So I thought I might share one of my identity verses. Father gave this particular one to me many years ago, while I was in one of the blackest periods of my life, with no way up out of the filth. A little later on He showed me what it meant, and I’ll explore that here too. I’ve talked about identity and purpose and living present-future, but neither

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