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Simple things

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I am still feeling a little raw from my post last Sunday and am wondering if you all still love me…

Smile.

Awkward.

Raw is good, but so hard to do.

This morning I sat down to write eight scripts for Radio and first I thought, I need to write how grateful I am for the simple things.

It was so easy for me to want to rush into the tasks of my morning, Baby asleep, coffee poured, water ready, set go.

I took time though to be thankful.

It wasn’t easy to do.

I just wanted to get my tasks done and tick that list off, to feel a little less pressured.

But I didn’t.

I waited.

I reflected.

I thanked.

For the simple things.

For my husband working hard at the moment so we can have a little holiday away overseas.

For my sleeping baby and the years I waited for her to come.

For my family who took in my nearly three year old for a sleep over and to give me some space.

For the promise of a holiday so very soon.

For fresh water.

For time.

For opportunities.

For the simple things.

Gratitude changes our days.

Today it changed mine.

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Things I am ashamed of…

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There are many things that I have done in my life that I am ashamed of.

Little things
Big things
Forgiven things
Broken things.

Living in that place of shame though is one of the ugliest uses of my mind. I have asked forgiveness, let things go and moved forward in freedom.

It is not that easy for some though.

Just this week I was chatting with my husband and out of the blue a memory from highschool popped into my consciousness. (I honestly can’t believe I’m about to share this story here, because it is one of my most shameful moments of my teenage years but I believe deeply in this being a raw, authentic place of confession and lessons learned)

I remembered the day that a group of my friends, were in a stupid mood and we did something that I now know as one of the most terrible things I could do to someone.

Call it a mob mentality.
Call it wanting to be liked.
Call it immaturity.

It is a story I am deeply grieved by.

It was morning recess at high school, I was in year ten and we were a little bored and a lot of stupid.

We started to bully a boy who was in a younger class than us and we pushed him and his wheelchair towards the common outdoor area. Someone picked up the young boy out of his wheelchair and put him in the big green sulo bin. I remember laughing and walking away and then being terribly remorseful. Here I am today 20 something years later and I remember the overwhelming feeling of shame as I walked away.

I was a bully in highschool.
I wanted to be liked by the cool people.
The pack mentality took over my morals and beliefs about dignity for the common man and I did something so impacting to someone who was unable to even stand by himself.

This week I have been thinking about that young man.

Did I cause him deep emotional distress as an adult?

What is he doing now?

Does he remember the bullies at high school and think of my face as one of his enemies?

We all have shameful seasons in our teenage and young adult lives. It is part of the growing and maturing process, when we acknowledge that we have gone astray and reconcile our sins.

In steps mercy.
In moments of grace.
In lessons learned.
In deep rivers of maturity committing to living our days different.

A terrible story from my highschool days that I regret greatly.

What have you done that you regret?

What is in your past that no one knows about?

What fills you with shame?

We all deserve mercy.
We all deserve grace.
We all have made decisions we regret and deeply long for mercy.

The story of these two men standing on death row in Bali, has moved my heart with mercy this week.

“I Stand for Mercy” for The Mercy Campaign for Andrew Chan and Myuran Sukumaran from TEN ALPHAS on Vimeo.

I stand for mercy because we have all made mistakes.

I was flying out of Bali the morning that these two men were caught in the airport. I was in the airport in the midst of the commotion and I have never forgotten the feeling of what could have been in my life, if I had made different decisions as a teenager. The whole week they were in the hotel next door to me, I could have walked past them without even knowing. In any different circumstances I could have been one of them strapped with drugs, a mule stuck in a pack mentality. A short sighted decision, with the most grave of consequences.

Yes, I hate drugs and the scourge it brings on our community.

Yes, I believe that we should be held accountable for our decisions.

But do I believe that death by firing squad is okay?

No.

Never.

I stand for mercy.

I stand for rehabilitation.

I stand for life.

What do you stand for?

Share this video and lets see whether we can help these two guys do the rest of their days different.

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And just like that… six months has gone by.

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Just a couple of days ago, I took this picture whilst walking early morning near my island home.

The bay was quiet, with a lone fisherman pulling in his sea loot and he waved a simple hello.

As I walked I was thinking about the same piece of beach, that if I walked it everyday it was just a little different. Somedays it was windy, other days flat, some mornings full of seaweed and others as clean as can be.

The same piece of beach a different canvas of changing shapes and colours daily.

It was this thought that made me think about my little family. It is exactly the same. Little changes, little moments, somedays moody, the others as calm as the bay as the sun rises.

This week my little Liberty turned 6 months old and I was reminded of my simple thought as I took her away from the hospital. Brain pictures. Little moments to celebrate the ordinary and to love the journey of progression even on the days that it just felt like ground hog day.

And here we are.

6 months later.

She now feeds less, sleeps a little more, eats a lot more and uses her voice with its extremes. Her personality shines through more and more each day and I no longer have a newborn.

Days I would have wished away, if I hadn’t taken time to notice the little things.

The look she gives me when she discovers my eyes across a room. The sounds she makes as she tires from learning all her new skills. The faint birth mark on her hip and stomach, that can only be seen when they are looked for carefully.

Moments of stretch.
Moments of bliss.
Moments I will never have again.

Are you in a season that you are struggling to find something that you are grateful for?

Keep looking for the moments. Because just as Summer is about to turn to Autumn in my little seaside shack, so your season will change and what you once despised may be the very thing you will be aching for once again.

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Moments of quiet.
Moments of solitude.
Moments of beauty.

Deep breath here today as we keep moving into new days.

Six months.

Where did they go?

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What is keeping you contained?

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free contained fearFreedom.

What does it really look like?

Is it a look, a colour, a tone of voice…

I don’t believe it is any of these things but for some maybe it is.

I think popular culture has given us an unattainable impression that freedom is confidence in every single step we take. A dance, a stance, an ability to bounce no matter the circumstance.

I am finding in my walk that freedom for me looks very different from day to day but mostly it is a peace that trusts the journey I am on and my knowledge of the One who is ultimately in charge.

Freedom somedays is sneaking away to the grocery shops without newborn and toddler in tow.

Freedom some other days is a peace that comes from a mind that is not worrying what others think of me.

Freedom some days is walking barefoot on the beach lost in meditative thought.

Freedom other days is singing loudly in my car whilst sitting in a traffic jam not caring if anyone notices.

Each of our places of freedom look completely different, because everyone one of our battles is completely different.

As unique as our eyes, fingerprints and personalities are, so are our places of wrestle; areas that keep us contained.

What comes easy to you may be the biggest battle of my life. What is a walk in the park for me may be your greatest fear.

The only thing that unites us in this plight for freedom, is that we all struggle with something. We are each contained by some burden, some season, some problem, some secret.

Every single one of us.

We all have areas of containment.

What stops you from living in a wide open space?

What stops you from feeling free?

Take time today to face that fear and take steps towards breaking the containment lines.

Talk to a friend
Book a counselling session
Ask for prayer
Call your mum
Take action

Freedom is awaiting your step of faith.

Today

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Explore a little

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You are an explorer.

We all are.

Whether you are quiet, shy, loud, bold or moody, we each have something innate inside of us that desires adventure.

Imagine if noticing the little, random things in our world became our job description.

Wake up.

Eat breakfast.

Go to work.

Notice!

A heart expectant and open waiting to find something interesting, discovering our world like we have never seen it before.

I have at last decided on my #inspire15 thing that I am going to do creatively everyday.

I am going to explore, find and document that which is beautiful in my everyday.

A little something that I am grateful for. Hot water in the shower, a smile from a stranger, a beautiful shell on the beach.

Inconsequential things that will make me grateful for small mercies.

Last Sunday I had a huge scare with my eldest child. He bit his finger as he was eating his lunch and breathed deep in shock at how much it hurt. His lunch got stuck in his throat and he started choking.

He went blue and very quietly yelped in pain. I turned him upside down and banged him on his back and the food came out. One minute relaxing eating his lunch, the next minute blue and struggling to breathe.

Life is full of crazy moments of unexpected happenings. Some delightful and some terrifying. Lately I have been so affected by the hurt in the world and this random Sunday lunch with my little two year old, has resulted in me being so grateful for his little moments.

I’ve been watching him like an explorer. Not wanting to miss any moment.

So grateful, for just one more day to share with him and his perspective.

No matter how difficult your circumstance is today, there is always something to explore, an opportunity to be grateful for.

What is one small step you can take towards a better tomorrow that you can begin doing today?

It doesn’t matter that it’s the 16th day of 2015 already, it is never to late to make a decision to change your world.

Want to explore gratefulness with me this year? #inspire15

Adventure is awaiting discovery.

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What can you do today to decide to live a more adventurous tomorrow?

Tell me and #inspire15

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