Red letter day

A day that is red – lettered is



A day that is lettered in red is



A day to be treasured

To gathered up and pondered on


In my life red letters have a different meaning

Midnight flits

Hiding behind the couch

Till the rent man departs

Buying on tick again and again

Existing on less and less


I entered a time of jubilee

Where no debt was held

And no debtors were found

I live in that space.


I live in a space where my bills are paid

So grateful for all I receive

Food on the table

And a roof over head

Never did I think I would see

A red letter once more.


The postie delivered one today

it sits on the mantle waiting

for conversation of redness

round and round the merry-go-round

and wonder will we need

to flit once more?

A {secret} to share


I watched a bloke lie

His family did not know.

He pretended his life

Was peachy perfect

When really it was going down the tubes.


I could have reached out

And help him through

But I was too close

I heard the lie

Sighed and walked away


What could I have done?

Shamed him to his family?

Called him out on the lie?

I just walked out

One footstep at a time.


There was a time in my life

When it was all going away

But I turned to the one who heals

The one who takes away the shame

And presses the delete key … to the past


I want to share the secret

That life with God is cool

But I don’t know how to tell him

It is all a bit close to home

I am praying for someone else

To share the Good News.


O Lord come dwell in me

Make your home in my heart.

O Lord come speak to me

Make relationship in my heart.

O Lord no matter how much I love you

It will never be as great 

As your love for me.
O Lord come dwell in this church

Make your home in this place

In the hearts of those present

As we pray for those almost

And those not here at all
Spirit of the living God

Come, fall, fall, fall

Fall afresh on us once more

Give us courage to proclaim your name

Give us strength 

To go where others fear to tread

Give us love to share throughout the land.

A time to plant

Bloom where you are planted

The glibly spoken line

Often quoted rarely lived

What does your field look like?
Mine well sometimes it is

A minefield, never knowing where to step

Sometimes like a puddle seeping in my shoe

Often like a river Polluted further up
If you were to see what I see

The maggots, the carelessly thrown carcass

Would you shudder and withdraw

Or cheerfully say bloom where you are planted
If your mission field is work

Where people are no longer valued

Where one year contracts and no benefits

Are the order of the day

Where interns do a real days work

For no pay at all

And if you are different the bullies hone in
How to share Jesus in such a place

Or stay with the pack and survive?

One thing I know in the minefield of my life

When God has your back – it can happen
Celebrate yes celebrate our icky sticky mission fields

Jump for joy in the challenges of life

Sow those seeds of Gods mercy

Wherever you tread

Let the world know you are His

A time to bloom

Imagine wearing the labels

You hold deep within your heart

Imagine sharing the shame

As a brooch on your cardie
How many brooches would you wear?

Weighed down under the weight of metal

That my dear sister is how your heart feels

Weighed down, burdened, overwrought.
For decades this stuff accumulates

It kills the breath inside

Ella learned in a frozen land

And we can learn too
Let it go, let it go

Let your heart be cleansed

Let it be healed so you can wear

A different brooch
Daughter of the Living King

Forgiven, loved, awesome child

Let your inside match

The carefully prepared outside
And sing with joy

With abandon like David

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord

Saviour of us all.