By: Susan Browning
It started in the whisper. A small quiet secret thought in my mind… “what if…?” And then I spoke it out aloud giving wings on the wind of my voice… my soul came alive. This is what I’ve always wanted. but…
By: Susan Browning
It started in the whisper. A small quiet secret thought in my mind… “what if…?” And then I spoke it out aloud giving wings on the wind of my voice… my soul came alive. This is what I’ve always wanted. but…
By: Susan Browning
So I’m sitting here beginning to see our calendar fill… yes, it’s a slowed and gentle influx. But still I’m breathing in a hint of that familiar feeling and the returning of a pace I don’t think I want – anymore… I know it’s coming.
By: Susan Browning
There’s a dialogue in my mind, a culmination of words I’ve heard over the years said about me, spoken to me and the conversation I have with myself. The minor declarations in the hurt of a moment when repeated create the pathway to edify our inability and lack of self worth.
By: Susan Browning
The tide came in that day. I recall the exposition. I felt the cool air breathe upon my soul. It marked a returned cycle to where we had once been. “New rivers require new rhythms”, He whispered. It seems a long time ago now. A time I can’t even articulate, so much has changed. How I have grown.
By: Susan Browning
So I did this clean out of our garage and stumbled across a familiar storage box. Filled to the brim with books. Not ordinary books though, the kind overflowing the ink of heart ache spilt onto the pages. The kind where identity leaks out, is refined and then found. The kind where strengthening joy seeds are sown in the secret place. It was a box of all my journals right back to the very first one.
By: Susan Browning
I’m fighting a current I cannot keep swimming in opposition to. You are too. This push and pull of “I’m busy” living. The constant go. The resistance to give way to those waves. I’m finding it really hard to go against the flow of busy too.
By: Susan Browning
It’s so easy to get stuck in our ordinary, wouldn’t you agree? If anything motherhood has opened my eyes to the ways I used to be creative when uninhibited by obligation, or creative deadlines. Or well, life. Creativity accesses the child within us all, and when modelled it can pass onto Kingdom expression to the next generation – which is why I think creating for joy ourselves is such an important aspect of our lives.
By: Susan Browning
So often we talk about “rest” and the importance of making room for it in our busy lives. Except for one thing, how do we actually rest?
By: Susan Browning
Worship can’t exist without relationship – when you love something or someone you spend time with them, when you adore someone you lavish love on them. Worship simply means to place value or worth on something or someone. Ways we place worth-ship on someone is through compliments, praise, adoration, affirmation. We can only feel all those things through knowing someone, we can only know someone if we spend time in their presence.