You are neither all light nor all dark. You are neither perfect nor entirely imperfect. You are seen. You are beloved. #beloved #kairangi #adventwords2019
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The Christmas card seems macabre. Australia is burning. There is a lump of coal in our stocking. We are meant to be grateful for the light but smoke covers the horizon. There are flowers here which only bloom in smoke. #message #hekupupanui #adventwords2019
Sometimes there can be no restoration, however there can be appreciation of the new form in its own right #restore #whakahoki #adventwords2019
Today was the day to cut the lawn, weed, clean the esky and camp chairs, plan shade… the role of hosting isn’t that restful and yet, to potter at home is a kind of rest, to talk through our plans is a kind of rest, to have an easy meal with a cold drink binge watching The Witcher is another kind of rest. And it feels good. #rest #okioki #adventwords2019
One errand. 44 degrees. Go. Love sends us. Love is the key. Love let’s us back in.#go #haere #adventwords2019
Bless the medicine makers and the bringers of juice and lemonade to those who are sick #bless #whakamoemiti #adventwords2019
This morning I knelt at the vegie patch, claiming peas, broadbeans, and basil before the heat of the day. To make a wreath, I sat in the grass by the green waste pile stripping dry branches of leaves, I bent over to select succulents from the council planting on the nature strip across the road. Where do you lend your hands and work and voice? What will you make of that? A beautiful offering. #worship #koropiko #adventwords2019
Frail little lights ask their hopeful questions. There’s so much we do not and cannot understand. There may never be an answer. To pray goes some way to acknowledge this. #pray #inoi #adventwords2019
I’ve moved up the road from a Salvos house where I used to live. The jacaranda is just as it was. The Magi would attend community dinner each week, bringing precious gifts. What am I bringing to the table? #learn #ako #adventwords2019
The green becomes gold, the new becomes old… then new again by turns. When will it be your turn? WIll you turn up? Who will you turn out to be?#turn #huri #adventwords2019
