Is there any sort of job I could get into that centres around working with children, where the focus is pastoral rather than educational and I don’t need to have trained as a teacher?

I’m finding now that I am not fussed about showing them facts so much as I want to show them their value to God, love them and invest in their lives in a way that the rules of the education system don’t allow.

My heart is very much for this, and God knows that.

I am looking to a change of season, a change of work, and perhaps a change of scenery also…

Sometimes, even the closest people grow apart; they change, and they leave. If you cannot accept this then the only thing that grows will be your resentment, all that will change is the level of joy in your heart, and it will leave you bitter.

Don’t pin perfect hopes on imperfect people,

rather the God of Heaven and Earth,
Whose love endures,
mercy persists,
and faithfulness continues infinitely.

I’m so weary of chasing ghost hearts and finite feelings.

God, rebuild and replace my heart and mind with a view to astound this man who has let himself become stuck on dead ends for far too long now!

I’ve got to stop loving the outside world from the inside of my room.

You may not have noticed, but I’m not posting as much these days, nor am I spending my every free hour trawling through the content of my Dash.

I am swiftly realising that I cannot live out my life through this blog. There is a world out there with people who I can physically get out there and help, instead of just saying a few well-chosen words that might pick them up if they’re having a down day.

Don’t get me wrong, I love talking and sharing with all of you, but I honestly don’t think I genuinely help people on here as much as if say, I was actually visiting somebody in their home or on the street and witnessing to them in that manner.

Am I saying I want rid of this thing and you lovely lot?

Of course not.

That would be ridiculous, as I have met many people on here who have had, and who continue to have a profound impact and influence on my life and who are a constant source of encouragement, challenge and motivation to grow in Christ…not to mention being upheld in prayer…it’s a wonderful and life-affirming thing to know that when I wake up in bed each morning, that someone somewhere might have just prayed for little old me and my life.

What I am saying is that my life should not must not be based here, within the confines of cyberspace. The strands of fellowship and affection between us may be real, but while we sit here in our internet Christian club sporadically building each other up in the Lord for upwards of 6 hours a day, there are literally billions of people out there who need teaching about the Gospel, and who are in desperate need of the best kind of love that we, as Christians, have the advantage of being able to offer - 

The love of Christ.

So, what to take from this?

I am going to be around these parts a little less often,

but in no way does that change the fact I am here for each and every one of you as a brother in Christ and more simply, as a friend.

There are other ways to reach me (which are actually more convenient) which you only need ask for and I will gladly pass on to you…

But I need to lessen the intake of irrelevant reblogs, people ranting excessively about things which could actually be helped undoubtedly by spending time before God in prayer and in His presence rather than name-dropping and resorting to harsh words, couples snuggling on sofas, cats and people in attractive outfits on beaches…I need more of the outside world that I’ve been trying to love from inside the four walls of my room.

May the peace, blessings and love of Christ linger within you and produce a light impenetrable as we take our faith out to the lost who need it.

:)

Everything has been about change this week,

some I consider good,

some I initially thought of as bad,

ALL a part of God’s continuous crafting in my life.

I remain thankful. :)

change

Our words dance in the air,

tiptoes between the molecules

that bring life to these lungs.

They say time leads to change,

and maybe that’s right;

perhaps the tick-tock of my body clock will rock

the things in you that shocked my heart into attention,

and soothe me with a lullaby of forgetfulness.

No.

Too often have I fled in the face of challenge,

hoping that the days and weeks to come would

settle me back into routine

like nothing ever happened.

Time may change some things,

but doing something always changes time.

Not always for the better I admit,

but I am now learning,

being taught,

to embrace when I’m distraught -

So I welcome the collision of human uncertainty,

my thoughts,

and Gods will

with open arms and varicose veins.

I’ve found a spot,

permanent or not

I don’t know -

But I’m resting here.

Temporarily safe and slightly secure,

hidden from view,

occupying the blurring lines between your heart and mind.

Come find me.