Thursday, 31 May 2012

The Last day in May

It is the last day of May today. 

 May is a month of Spring and hedgerow flowers, blackbirds and fresh new smells of the coming warmth. It is a time of celebration for new life and happiness and blessings for the new year of farming. On the First of May it is 'May Day', centuries ago, young women would rise before dawn and walk into the fields. There they would wash their faces in the morning dew which was supposed to beautify them. They would then walk home collecting the Hawthorn from the hedgerows in their hands, when they reached the door of their home they would then place the Hawthorn over it as a sign to the Devil to keep out and stay away.

Not many young girls do this tradition or even know of this culture any longer. Some still celebrate with Maypole dancing which I remember doing at my Primary school when I was very young on a beautiful Spring afternoon. Unfortunately this year the Hawthorn came too early and was gone by May Day so I couldn't rise at dawn like I wanted to.

Now it is the last day of May and another season has come and passed. It is now beginning to grow into Summer here in England. And we prepare ourselves with another season. I hope this time will be great and wonderful for you and that each person through-out the earth will sing, dance and be merry. Never forgetting who changes the seasons and provides us with food and health!

Come June, and bring with you summer days of delight, hazy afternoons and soft strolling under the cliffs of the seaside and cheery hearts full of contentedness...

Wednesday, 30 May 2012

Do you think you are Holy?

Webster's Definition of the word- HOLY

1: Exalted or worthy of complete devotion as one perfect in goodness and righteousness.

2: Divine <for the Lord our God is holy — Psalms 99:9

3: devoted entirely to the deity or the work of the deity <aholy temple> <holy prophets>

a : having a divine quality <holy love>   b : venerated as or as if sacred <holy scripture> <a holyrelic>

5: Pure, Set apart.

'But you are God's chosen and special people. You are a group of Holy priests and a Holy nation. God has brought you out of darkness into his marvellous light. Now you must tell all the wonderful things that he has done. The scrpitures say:

Once you were nobody. now you are God's people. At one time no one had pity on you. Now God has treated you with kindness.' - 1 Peter 2 : 9-10

I like the 'set apart' definition because as Christians we should be so set apart from what the world needs, values and wants and is. Sometimes it is so hard to be different because we get teased or laughed at, but I would rather that than to live in darkness away from God's magnificent grace! He treats me a lot better than I deserve and yet he calls me and you- his Holy priests. We are called to rule and rein as priests and kings upon this earth! 

The old testament priests were chosen to reflect the Holiness and purity of God, to intercede for man before God, and to represent God to those around them. As Christians we are given the same responsibilities- to be permanently inhabited by God, and to keep ourselves pure and set apart so he can be seen in us and through us. It is a potentially life-changing challenge, and a very important and serious responsibility. We do our best and God will change us,  he who started a good work in you.

'God does not choose the equipped, he equips the chosen!'     

Our God says, 'I am the Holy God, and you must be Holy too.' - 1 Peter 1:16  

Saturday, 19 May 2012

Oh; Inspire Me!

 Inspire me you land; let me run through your fields and throw away the hat caught in my hand!

Inspire me you secret garden with your endless paths and high walls; teach me to listen as Spring calls!

Inspire me you house of old; make me thrill and rush and feel the truth of the un-told!

Inspire me you old clock ticking heavily to the beat of your past; give me certainty of a perfect tranquillity whispered to last!

   Inspire me you pen that I clutch with keen mind; take me along trails that on my own, never could I find!

Inspire me you speechless bird; show me what it means to see from your heights without the weakness of word!

Inspire me you quiet grandmother; tell me of stories, lives, and dreams that you have kept and those you would rather smother!

Inspire me you ancient church; wake me to the fervour of a thousand murmurs, a thousand  bowed heads with bent knees united in their search! 

Inspire me you beauty with everything you possess; watch me lace the daisies of Eden into my hair and weave the ferns of a new earth as my dress.

Inspire me you piano and you violin; inspire me you harp and every musical thing!

Inspire me without and inspire me within; for a life lived without you is far too thin!

                                                               - Joanna Grace 

Oh; inspire me by Joanna Grace Burgess is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported License.

The BlueBell

A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power.
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell.

Yet I recall not long ago
A bright and sunny day,
'Twas when I led a toilsome life
So many leagues away;

That day along a sunny road
All carelessly I strayed,
Between two banks where smiling flowers
Their varied hues displayed.

Before me rose a lofty hill,
Behind me lay the sea,
My heart was not so heavy then
As it was wont to be.

Less harassed than at other times
I saw the scene was fair,
And spoke and laughed to those around,
As if I knew no care.

But when I looked upon the bank
My wandering glances fell
Upon a little trembling flower,
A single sweet bluebell.

Whence came that rising in my throat,
That dimness in my eye?
Why did those burning drops distil --
Those bitter feelings rise?

O, that lone flower recalled to me
My happy childhood's hours
When bluebells seemed like fairy gifts
A prize among the flowers,

Those sunny days of merriment
When heart and soul were free,
And when I dwelt with kindred hearts
That loved and cared for me.

I had not then mid heartless crowds                              
To spend a thankless life
In seeking after others' weal
With anxious toil and strife.

'Sad wanderer, weep those blissful times      
That never may return!'
The lovely floweret seemed to say,
And thus it made me mourn.

- Anne Bronte

Monday, 14 May 2012

Writing for Your Life

"My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way."
-Ernest Hemingway

Sunday, 13 May 2012

The Beatles Childhood Homes

A few days ago I was in Liverpool. Whilst there I visited the childhood home of John Lennon and Paul McCartney. I didn't know much about the Beatles, only that I knew some of their songs and that they were an awesome band in the 60's. I learnt so much more that day. Because I was inspired so much I thought you might want to hear some of it too.

John's home was the most privileged out of all of the four band members. The house was in a leafy suburb away from the centre of busy Liverpool. He was raised by his Aunty because living with his mother was too unsettling. Under his Aunt's protection he was raised with the expectation to do well and study hard at school. His home was stunning, so quaint like the houses were in the 50's. But the room that inspired me so much was John's bedroom. There in that little space, John played away for hours on his guitar, away from his Aunt's disapproving ears, and there he wrote songs that would reach every corner of the world!

He didn't care for education and thought that as long as he could read and write, he was happy. He met Paul who lived a little further away on a council estate which I visited also.
His living room was most moving. The carpet was made out of the ends of runners that were sewn together and the wall paper was made of three different scrap ends of  paper that nobody else wanted. There was a piano in the corner of the room where the family would sit and sing together. It was a small house but worn away with love and use as any house should be.

The fact that both Paul and John's mothers died brought them closer together. They began making music together and formed the Beatles with Ringo and George.

And I thought, that no matter what people place on you, whether it is the expectation to be successful in someone's eyes or to never be expected to get any further in life than a factory worker- you can achieve whatever your heart tells you to- what you were born for!

Some people are so obsessed with education that they think it is everything that a person could possibly want or need in life. It is useful, yes, it can be powerful, yes, but so can other things in just the same way. When my parents decided to home-school my sister and I they had little to no support from both sides of their family. Other people looked down on us because we weren't doing things the way everyone else did it or were worried we weren't doing it 'properly'. But at the end of the day it is what you do for others that matters- what you do for God. I know how blessed the western countries are to have such easy access to education, but it is the person that counts not their station in life or how much money their high job pays them.

Though John and Paul's childhood were tragic in some ways, they managed to use the bad times as a strength and they rose far above anyone's judgements. I will take their homes, stories, and music everywhere I go in my mind. And whenever I hear a Beatles song, I shall be whisked back to that day of powerful revelation and truth. I shall be brought back, personally, to John and Paul's story. A story that started in their homes and which I feel so honoured to have looked in upon.

The Bottom Line- Hold your head high, don't let what others think control the way you are, live for a higher purpose and finally, follow what you were made for!

God bless everyone who has a gift, and wants with all their heart to use that gift- have faith and step out into what you know you have been called to do!

"That guitar is okay John, but you'll never make a living with it"  (John's Aunt Mimi)

Friday, 4 May 2012


Definition of the word 'Citizen':
1 An inhabitant of a city or town; especially : one entitled to the rights and privileges of a    freeman.
 A member of a state.
3 A native or naturalized person who owes allegiance to a government and is entitled to protection from it.
     4 civilian as distinguished from a specialized servant of the state
(Mirriam and Webster Dictionary)

Now read this verse and claim it as yours!

'But our citizenship is in Heaven. And we eagerly await a saviour from there, the Lord Jesus Christ.'                                        
( Philippians 3:20)