A quest for stasis Amidst the unrelenting flux. Ought I to pursue permanence In the face of inevitable revolution? Or must I cede to the torrid blaze, Yield to the detritus and decay, Surrender to the somnolence and silence, And act as though some fleeting verdant renaissance, Forms adequate compensation For the impending gusts of…
The summer heat can be hard to bear Tough times for good people just doesn’t seem fair The Australian summer seems intent on suffocating life Drought, flood, fire, illness – continued strife Yet the Lord watches over me and is my shade at my right hand1 Autumn leaves change colour and fall across the land…
Let us look at the four seasons, we have Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring. Each season has its own beauty, sadness and character. Summer, especially this last one in Australia, was a scary one. We saw bushfires, droughts and utter devastation. However, there is still some beauty in summer, with the beaches and the oceans…
Does anyone else ever feel like the flourishing seasons in our lives only last for a month, while the dry seasons when we’re seriously struggling and hurting seem to last for much longer? There are long periods of time when I feel like I have nothing to offer God. Especially during this season of COVID-19…
I was born in Autumn, in April, Back then it was simple. The days when there were no worries in the world, Crying when hungry and I get bottled. When choosing clothes for preschool was stressful, Trying not to look like a fool, yet cool. Moved to a new country, Not easy, but quite a…
I remember growing up and my parents would say things like, “it’ll happen when you least expect it,” or, “God will never leave you nor forsake you.” These statements are true in theory but when it comes to our human experience, practicing and living in contentment to these truths can be different. We see our…
All natural elements of this world go through seasons. The leaves change colour, the air becomes crisp and the days are shortened. These signs not only symbolise an end to something but also of a beginning. As a society, we often fall into the trap of glorifying ‘busy’. It is often a badge of honour…