Several years ago I had a revelation..'I needed to feel heard'. This means that when I speak and no-one takes notice I get louder. So my kids and hubby know that if I have something important to say they need to not just hear me, but make sure I feel heard.for clarity.... a silent response... Continue Reading →
I don't often get asked where I got my name from. It is a fairly common name for women my age and at various times through school and college, I always had a handful of Jennifers or Jennys in my class or social circle. My parents actually were going to call me Karen and there... Continue Reading →
Back in my 'pre-kids-working-full- time' life, I was working for a company that specialised in Corporate Psychology. My boss was a highly trained Psychologist who spent most days helping large company managers and leaders analyse and develop their leadership potential. One of the things I learnt to do in my role...
Today I listened to my daughter share a story about an encounter with a girl at school. As we talked it through I was grateful that as a 12 years old girl, she has a mum and dad who are a safe place for her. This was hopefully a once off encounter and experience but... Continue Reading →
As I approach the end of Acts chapter 4, the disciple Peter (known as Simon in the gospel who Jesus renamed Peter) is continuing to astound me mostly because of the effect the Holy Spirit has had on him. I can't forget who Peter was before the Holy Spirit came. What was happening in the... Continue Reading →
I can easily feel intimidated when I feel like I must be guarded. It was the first time I was to preach with an interpreter and I knew I had a message that would ruffle some feathers. I also felt absolutely no fear and 100 % passion. As I watched that altar fill with people and get set free that night...I had faced off with my very own sadducees...
I love how a simple story can turn into something powerful when the Holy Spirit takes some simple words and begins to speak into my own story. As I was reading the story in Acts 3 about a crippled beggar I began to mull over what being the beggar in the story would have felt... Continue Reading →
Have you ever heard someone talk about their devotions and you feel the cringe..the sense of guilt that you just can't seem to get it right. Or is it something you do on occasion when you get 5 minutes to yourself? This word devotion is a word I find myself cringing at because it hauls... Continue Reading →