Two years ago today, you died
Relief from feeling ill and tired.
You left the world all alone,
As God opened His arms and called you home.

Sometimes it's hard and we miss you still,
Feeling the void that nothing can fill.
We feel your presence in who we are,
Feeling the same love that time and space cannot mar.

So this is the day that the Lord has made,
A reminder that His love for us will never fade.
We will rejoice and be glad in it,
Confident that in His plan, we all fit.

Two years ago today, you died.
But in our hearts you're at our side.
Today is a promise to see you soon,
So reserve us a place in the Lord's crown room!

(26/03/96)

The world over, people are involved in the pursuit of freedom.
There is no individual of any age that is not involved in a fight for freedom on some level. From an early age, we are consumed by the insatiable desire for freedom from all manner of limitations. We are governed by a yearning to be free... yet we seldom stop to define freedom, to explore the parameters of that which we so fiercely pursue at all costs. Freedom...

Today’s morning headlines were of the death of a star. Yesterday morning the world never even gave him a thought. Tomorrow the media will calculate the profit of the spinoffs...
What is the difference between yesterday and today? Why does a living star yesterday attract less attention from the world, than a dead star today? What morbid fascination makes his fans go and buy his work today, when they could have had it yesterday for the artistic merit, at a fraction of the price?

If I had a broken leg,
The world could see...
Then someone would surely comfort me.

If I had a limb in a sling,
My limitations would be obvious...
Surely someone would help and support me.

If I was injured and cried out in pain,
Someone would hear my distress..
Someone would extend hands of help and comfort to me.

But when my broken is inside,
Where no one can see...
My limits and pain are hidden deep within me.

My desperate cries are silent,
No one can hear...
The depths of my anguish are audible only to me.

Then... sweet relief... my creator hears and HE sees!
My healer binds up my broken and...
At last I am no longer alone... Jesus is with me.

The anniversary of the third month I had been an estate agent dawned. ‘So what?’ you may ask. Well, I would try and answer briefly, but to be honest, I am still trying to work it out myself. If ever three months could turn the world upside down (and inside out for good measure) – then these three have…

There is a general perception that Estate Agency is a field filled with many leisurely hours, some of which are spent looking at lovely houses, and others showing friendly folk those lovely homes, and then earning an indecent amount of money when one of the friendly folk buys one of those lovely houses. To quote my niece, ‘that sounds very fun!’ If ever there was a case for false advertising!