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from little things big things grow

The Grounds of Alexandria, Sydney

Lately I have had a little chorus growing in my heart.

“From little things, big things grow. From little things, big things grow.”

I have always known that this is a simple but profound principle, but when something comes alive to me I cannot stop singing it in my head.

The little thing you are doing on the side, your hobby, your passion, your idea, it has the potential to grow.

That lesson you are learning, that seems so laborious, is stretching and growing your capacity for the new.

Often our in-between seasons look a lot like the little.

We say goodbye to something that was, and we struggle to let go of the pull that draws us into its perceived beauty.

Last night I sat on the beach and watched the most amazing sunset, like a once in a year offering. On the beach beside me was an older lady, who looked like the beach was her only friend. We stood spellbound by the colours that flashed across the sky, in a moment that seemed too sacred to even speak.

So we didn’t.

We stood metres away from each other and awkwardly tried not to interrupt the quiet of the moment absorbed in the beauty of nature. A few photos later and I went up on the wooden stairs and sat for a long time just watching.

I watched the weight of years hang heavily on my beach combing companion. Her shoulders hunched hard and she walked slowly away from the point of the Bay. As she walked down in front of me, slowly, gingerly, I could tell she just didn’t want to go home. Every couple of feet, she turned back to look longingly at the sunset, checking its inspiration once again.

She walked painstakingly slow down the beach towards her car and the further away she got, the more she turned to see what she was missing out on.

Many, many turns later, she was mostly out of my sight and I saw her turn back just one more time.

A tear dripped slowly down my cheek as I watched someone live out literally how we often live our days.

Nostalgia is a liar, we turn and look back at the things we have done in previous seasons, looking longingly at what we have left behind.

No matter how far we have walked, we turn back, we can’t help ourselves with questions like;

If only? What if? How come? How could they? Why did it?

Then we step into transition seasons of the in-between and we struggle desperately to recalibrate because we are changing.

I think we are afraid of in-between seasons because there is something in our hearts that cries you were made for so much more than this. Then we look back and remember moments with the leanse of perspective and believe that it was just so much better than it actually was. Distance changes the colours and it looks so brilliant. As we walk towards the unknown, we can’t help but look back.

The unknown carries with it, seasons and times of starting again.

The in-between brings with it, pioneering times.

The transition between seasons asks that we begin again.

No matter how seasoned we are at transitioning there is something so awkward about starting at the foundations again.

This week though my friend this song has been haunting me…

Plant those seeds,

Dream those dreams,

Pioneer again,

Start that business,

Make that phone call,

Speak to that coach,

Ask someone for help,

I truly do believe that the best is yet to come.

I read this quote yesterday and it resounded with my season so much;

As you navigate through the rest of your life, be open to collaboration. Other people and other people’s ideas are often better than your own. Find a group of people who challenge and inspire you, spend a lot of time with them, and it will change your life.

Amy Poehler

You never know as you discover the new in your season, what life change is about to occur.

Yes that sunset looks absolutely breathtaking, but walk boldly into your new.

You just never know what may grow.

That little something, may just be what you specifically have been created for.





I have been pretty blown away by the response of the Gather + Grow Sessions, they are selling out fast. Have a look at the link and come gather if you are local. I’d love to meet and collaborate with you.

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finding who we are in the in-between

Sydney, Australia

Waiting, wishing, thinking, hoping.

There is something so uncomfortable about the in-between.

A pause, an awkwardness or just an expectancy that taunts us.

No matter how wise and seasoned we are in the wait, the space between realisation and confirmation is a heavy one.

Have you walked a season of waiting well?

What season are you in at the moment?

Is there a pause, that is holding you breathless?

Are you confused?

Are you stuck?

Are you frustrated?

I understand the difficulty of this place of unknowing. The teeth that grit, the heart that holds its breath, the mind rolls the same scenario, over and over.

On the weekend, I spoke at a conference, full of creative brilliance and each hour that passed my nerves pulsed. I was asked back in February to speak at this event and pretty much within the week I knew that I wanted to speak on “the in-between”. I live quite an isolated creative walk however, so coming into the weekend, I was questioning whether I was truly on the right page of what was needed. I took the opportunity seriously and wanted so much to bring my best.

Then Saturday afternoon arrived with a last minute change to the program and a young man jumped on the stage to play a song soon to be released on his EP. He started to play the piano and introduced his song saying “my song is called the in-between“. In all the waiting, in all the hoping, I suddenly knew in a second that I was right where I was meant to be. With a massive smile on my face, only the pianist and I knew that this was a complete fluke and we had been truly set up by the Divine Interrupter.

He knows more than we know.

He cares more than we could ever feel.

He loves, so deeply that his detail can be seen in the most bizarre of moments.

As you step into places this month with me, asking questions of yourself about the waiting space, I pray that you would be amazed by details and stories, showing you are walking in step, seeking answers from the One who sees.

I am determined to keep sharing vulnerably, with authenticity this month as I explore the topic of waiting. I love what Brene Brown says about living our lives this way;

“If we can share our story with someone who responds with empathy and understanding, shame can’t survive.”

As we share our stories and struggles this month, I am believing that shame will disappear and truth, encouragement and hope will be found in its midst.

If you are in an in-between space, you are very welcome here. I cannot wait to hear more of your story.

Thanks for starting this new journey with me as we all read together stories of waiting, hope, disappointment, confusion, expectancy and loss.

August may just be my favourite month of all.


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She trusts in something beyond herself

Andrew Fraser
Andrew Fraser
TIMBER CAFE, Harrisdale

If you asked me “What is the greatest lesson I am learning in this season”, I would answer with one word only.


It is quite simple to be trusted by people, you show up, be loyal, say what you mean and mean what you say. Integrity, Honesty, Authenticity; these are all traits that build trust in others.

Trusting something that you cannot see, touch or feel though, that is next level.

Wisdom says this though;

Proverbs 3:5-6

Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do and he will show you which path to take.”

My immediate answer is how? what? who? and then I will slip another how? in there for good measure.

If you scaled me on the control freak scale, I could easily swing to the “I want to concrete plans down and drive slowly towards them” side. Lately however I have been seeking to walk more lightly and simply and my greatest lesson has been one of trust.

Wisdom is saying that sometimes we just don’t understand but we need to trust and seek.

How do you go in the trust stakes?

Do you always seek understanding rather than depending on another?

Are you so interested in control and safety that you don’t step out into the new, the scary or the sublime?

We often can be the greatest gate keepers to the realisation of our own futures. We stay captive in our own safe little worlds, like an elephant tied to a rope, that is fastened to nothing more than a wooden stake, because we have never known true freedom.

The greatest walk of freedom I have found personally, is the walk of trust into new and broader horizons.

I shake, I wobble but I step into places that only trust can lead me.

Are you questioning your purpose?

Are you stuck and needing to find release?

Do you struggle to even imagine what freedom could look like?

Then trusting something beyond yourself is the answer my friend.

It does not make sense, just as this scripture so aptly describes, but there is something so right in your soul when you contemplate it.

I am learning to stop thinking and to start leaping.

I am finding the more I loosen control, the more safe I am beginning to feel.

I am wanting to live a life that leaves a legacy for those following me and the best legacy I can leave is one of freedom and hope.

Proverbs over the last month have become our wisdom manual for living and I hope you have enjoyed the journey as much as I have personally writing them. However if a woman of wisdom only has knowlege and understanding but no trust, we will not live out the lessons that will lead us to new and brilliant places.

The very beginning of the book of Proverbs says this…

These are the wise sayings of Solomon, David’s son, Israel’s king—

Written down so we’ll know how to live well and right, to understand what life means and where it’s going;

A manual for living, for learning what’s right and just and fair;

To teach the inexperienced the ropes and give our young people a grasp on reality.

There’s something here also for seasoned men and women, still a thing or two for the experienced to learn—

Fresh wisdom to probe and penetrate, the rhymes and reasons of wise men and women.

Wisdom sneaks up and surprises us in all shapes and forms.

It is awaiting discovery,

It is calling us on its adventure,

It beckons us to live for more than ourselves.

Unless we trust in something beyond ourselves though, we can have all the insight and knowlege in the world but we will not find the missing key.

The part of us that was designed to take part in a divine, mesmerising story.

A story of hope.

A story of forgiveness.

A story about others.

A story of redemption.

A story so large that it encompasses us all.

A story that releases us into the reason why we are walking this planet.

A story, designed specifically for you to take part in.

We were created with purpose.

Wisdom plus trust plus hope thrusts us smack bang into the place where we were designed to thrive.

It is not an easy walk,

It is not a comfortable one,

but it is a life worth living.

One graced and etched in legacy.

Thanks for being a part of this journey, it has deeply moved me. How about you?


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she hopes even when she has not much left.


Hope is a haunting word. It is defined as a longing or desire for something specific to happen.

The thing about hope, is we cannot hang our hat on the outcome. To all of those who are not walking its tightrope they may think it is utterly silly to desire something to happen, that is not very likely.

Then those who are hoping stay strong.

A woman of wisdom lives a life of hope.

She believes in something beyond herself.

She longs for a miracle, a change, new eyes and a perspective shift that is monumental.

She keeps on hoping, long after everyone else has given up.

Proverbs 23:18 says it so beautifully;

“You will be rewarded for this; your hope will not be disappointed.”

Proverbs 24:14 encourages us to find wisdom and then our hope will not be cut off.

“Know that wisdom is such to your soul; if you find it, there will be a future, and your hope will not be cut off.”

C. S Lewis writes the most profound words about hope…

“Most people, if they had really learned to look into their own hearts, would know that they do want, and want acutely, something that cannot be had in this world. There are all sorts of things in this world that offer to give it to you, but they never quite keep their promise.”

There is something deep within us that longs.

We long for something more,

We long for things to change,

We are haunted by hope.

We struggle and wrestle, shuffle and stumble, hoping that something will give us a break.

When we have not much left, wisdom hopes for more, even when it doesn’t make sense.

What if that hope was to reach out for help from something beyond ourselves?

What if that sickness and disconnectedness we feel is because we are prolonging connection to the one that created desires in the first place?

Proverbs 13:12 says it this way…

“Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life.”

What if the hope realised is reconnecting to the source of life?

Many times I have spoken on this verse, but I have always thought about it in terms of what I am wanting to get from God.

Rather than the essential hope we all need is reconnection and relationship with a source that is far beyond anything we could ever dream of.

Connection with Jesus changes everything.

Wisdom is fully realised and released when we are aligned with the greatest source of inspiration.

If your heart is heavy, if hope has made it sick, I have found in my life the greatest risk and the greatest reward has been the vulnerability that I share when I rely in something beyond myself.

The greatest hope our hearts can ever desire is a reconnection to the reason why we are here on this earth.

To be loved and to love in return.



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Church, it was never designed to…

God, spirituality, hope

God, spirituality, hope

Most Sundays I wake and the first thing on my mind is Church. Not the hipster interpretation of a group of people judging each other for what they wear and how cool their instagram feed is.

Church; intentional, beautiful, broken, often disappointing.

What thoughts come to mind when you think about it?

Old men wearing robes and swinging incense?

Scandals, laced with deeply hypocritical dialogues?

Times when you have trusted people and they have completely broken that trust? or

Moments of sacred contemplation lighting a candle for a loved one?






What comes to mind?

The word Church actually means a gathering of people. A community of people seeking God, taking time to reflect on their internal spiritual worlds and encouraging one another to look outside of that introspective place.

Sundays make me think about my people, my faith, intentions, opportunities, forgiveness, forgetting or trying to do my best to let go at least.

Church is not;

a set of rules,

an obligation,


make believe,

a crutch for the weak,

a costume that you wear.

Lately I have been consumed with seeking the new.  New days, new ways. Echoes in my heart over and over.

What is next? What needs to be left behind? What is religion? What is real?

In my pursuit of truth, I don’t want to lose sight of what is good, what is meant to be hard, what is beautifully incomplete.


It will never fulfil every desire, it will never be perfect, it will never satisfy you, because it was never designed to.

It was designed to make you hungry.

It was designed to make you seek.

It was designed to make you hope.

It wasn’t designed to give you all the answers because people can’t, only One who is greater can do this.

Church, its not just something I do with my friends (as much as love to)…

It is brutal. It confronts. It makes me feel awkward. It hurts.

It also heals, it reforms, it refreshes, it challenges, it brings new life.

Church; People, questions, seeking, hoping.

It is the hope of the world.


But designed to be free.

If your experience of church has been broken, you are not alone. Don’t throw away the deeply sacred journey of doing life in community because it doesn’t satisfy all your needs.

It was never designed to.