A whole year has passed since I first started Clarity Pending and started sharing online some of the thoughts that were previously confined to the pages of my journal. So what’ve I learnt? What’s surprised me ? These are some of the questions I’ve been asking myself and hopefully questions which strike your curiosity. So, … More What one year of blogging has taught me.
Graduand is such a funny word. If you use it you’ll most likely be asked “a what?!”. You see most people think you’re either a student or a graduate. A definite divide. A clean cut between the life of studying, late nights, messy houses and having all your friends within a mile radius of your … More A few thoughts from a Graduand…
As the world continues to spin around me, time ticking on and work mounting, Father would I not be overwhelmed, too busy to hear you, I cannot survive on yesterday’s prayer or last week’s time spent with you, Would your presence and peace be my reality today, A distracting joy that captures my heart, that … More A prayer for refreshment
I am a problem spotter. I spot things that need improving, ways things can be made better and weaknesses in things. I spot something new and exciting and almost immediately want bigger and better. I have a critical eye and often prepare for the worst. I rarely get my hopes up ‘too high’ and I … More Be expectant.
Sometimes it takes an escape from the bubble of normal life, to discover what your normal actually is. It can be a holiday, a trip to visit someone, working in a new location, or just a day away from your normal company and routine. Stepping outside of our normal rhythm of life allows us to look back … More Is it time for a new normal?
I am not talking about an iron that smoothes out creases. I am talking about iron that sharpens iron – think of a iron blade or axe. When two of these meet each other their friction and interaction sharpens the other. Both utensils are mutually sharpened and improved for their purposes, simply for having scraped … More Friends of Iron
Have you ever heard the phrase: The longest distance to travel is the 18 inches between our head and our heart. I know. Cliched or what? I can barely believe I just typed it, and actually started this post with it. I promise not to say it ever again. Never. But there’s an ironic truth … More 18 inches
This heart of mine is physical and strong, thudding in my chest; quickens with fear and joy, steady in focus. This heart of mine is soft and mouldable, longing to change and be changed, to be shared and to grow; it hardens upon rejection and melts with redemption. This heart of mine is wild and … More Poetry: This God-ward heart
I write this as someone with a heart to change the way I live, someone who does not have this sorted (not nearly), but who is wrestling with how to go about this. How to become the hands and feet of a better way forward – wanting to live out a life which, if replicated, would … More Loving from afar.
Like many I’m sure, I have considered leaving my church. For anyone reading this who goes to the same church as me: panic not, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me for the foreseeable future. “The worship isn’t free enough” “The prayer isn’t often enough” “The talks arent applicable enough” “The service isn’t long enough” (you can … More Church, humans and grit.