Alone

Isaiah 53:3 says: “He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain. Like one from whom people hide their faces he was despised, and we held him in low esteem.”

Do you ever feel alone or afraid?  Have you ever been misunderstood or rejected? What about rumours rising against you or lies told about you? Are you or a loved one in pain?

I think every one of us has experienced one or more of the above in some way or other. I know I have and have been guilty of forgetting to hand everything over to the Father. As a young Christian, I often thought He just wouldn’t understand, but through His Word and experiencing His grace, I now know He does.

Jesus encountered temptation, fear and exhaustion. He’s been doubted, questioned, misunderstood, insulted, even betrayed and so much more. He feels what we feel. We can be confident, find understanding, compassion and grace, when we seek His presence and step into His throne room.

It’s good to know that we can approach the throne of grace, any time day or night, knowing we can do so with confidence that He will hear us.

Isn’t that awesome?

Father, thank you for being with us in our time of need. Help us to remember that whatever we have been through, you have too. Teach us to read Your Word to find understanding, compassion and Your Grace. Amen

© Chrissy Siggee 2018

Scripture Verses used are from the New International Version of the Bible

 

Vegetable garden take over.

Retirement finally. First week at home and the garden plots became a reality.

It’s an amazing transformation.

The broad beans were left in their boxes so as not to disturb the roots.

I’ll be having a serving of my favourite green vegetables soon.

Seedlings in the centre garden are starting well.

The transplanted spinach and lettuce have been sampled already this past week.

The brussel sprouts continue to thrive in their box and potatoes are growing well too.

 

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I’m in the Garden by Chrissy for Riverside Peace

Fruitfulness

John 15:1-2 tells us: “I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman. Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit.”

I’ve found these two verses very thought provoking. Some time ago I was prompted in the spirit to devote a whole month to His Word and prayer. I needed to revaluate my time and priorities and I could only do this with His help. These words from John’s gospel often came up, even when I wasn’t actually meditating on them.

Pruning is often the hardest thing to deal with in the Christian walk; I know it is for me. It’s amazing though how at times it seems like a continual trimming, and sometimes it hurts. When areas of our lives no longer produce fruit, when a daily task no longer seems meaningful or a love for a mere diversion becomes a total time waster, we need to evaluate.

And evaluate I did. With God’s guidance, pruning and direction, my love for writing became prioritised and finally found direction. A renewed love for an old hobby replaced a diversion that now compliments my writing. There wasn’t anything wrong with my diversion, I just needed to prioritise with God’s guidance.

Father, when you take me through times of pruning away the dead areas of my life, give me the strength to accept your changes. I know your changes in my life are always because you love me and because you have plans for my life that can only be fulfilled when I trust you and allow your pruning to take place. Amen.

© Chrissy Siggee First Published 2009

Scripture Verses used are from the King James Version of the Bible

Archived in Christian Devotions at Riverside Peace

Springtime Dreams

In a sanctuary calm and truly simplistic,

My creator God is quite artistic—

His purpose soothes both body and mind,

With nature’s melody and aroma combined.

to dream

…is like a beautiful song

Gone is the coldness of a long dreary winter,

Finest decor softened each frosty splinter…

Nothing and everything seems symbolic,

Yet…I long to be free and enjoy a frolic.

to dream

…is to explore the memories

Comfort is found in this heavenly bliss,

Visions of spring like a treasured kiss…

Spirals of colour emerge from a wistful maze,

Fresh new scents mingle in this gentle haze.

to dream

…is just the beginning

Nature’s chorus awaken the senses,

And kindles some odd but natural defences…

Will today bring forth the finest occurrence?

Inside, I feel the Creator’s assurance.

to dream

…is the joy of new life to come

Earth soaking rains fade like distant thunder,

A moment in time stretched forth in wonder…

To picture the beauty of God’s great creation,

Or…enjoy the aroma of the first carnation.

to dream

…is to nurture fresh desires

Awaken me, Lord, from these springtime dreams–

Allow me to soar above nature’s extremes

On wings lifted high by the purest sunshine,

Embraced by the fragrance of sweet Mountain Pine.

to dream

…is the heart of spring

Blue skies above, soft greens below,

Images of the creator all around me aglow…

Transform me, Lord, for your intended calling,

Fill my day with new life exploring.

to dream

…is the essence of living

Baby birds and honey bees,

Instil the air with praises and jubilee—

Take me high on graceful wings; God’s finest art.

Let new life emerge from this butterfly’s heart.

to dream

…is to dream a springtime dream

© Chrissy Siggee

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Early Bloomers

While watering the garden pots and vegetable plots this morning, I noticed that many early Spring bloomers were sneaking though.

This Hibiscus is just 30cm high yet it’s covered in orange blooms. I can only imagine the spectacular picture it will make in a few years.

This shrub type of Australian Bottlebrush is just 20cm high yet it has it’s first flower plus at least 6 other buds.

Other low growing Australian natives are showing off their first.

Back ground shade bloomers. (the water lilies are fake)

I love these little pink clusters of flowers.

I don’t think this one is a native but pretty just the same.

These little red bells have been showing off for at least a month and they’re still blooming. I had to include them.

I don’t know yet when the Frangipani will spring to life but every other one I have seen in the neighbourhood are looking the same. There’s plenty of pansies looking their best and more bulbs are coming up in the mean time. The purple Iris is displaying evidence of what’s to come.

The lavender can’t miss out on the attention.

I need to google some of these bulbs. Many of the tags have faded or blown away with the August winds.

I’ll be sharing more next week. Thanks for stopping by our garden. If you can’t find me, I’ll probably be in the garden.

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Koala Rescue

Ringo fell down in the August winds and I’ve had him resting in a corner while I work out what to do with him. With a gaping hole in his mid section, a broken leg and a missing eye he needs critical attention. Sadly many of the smaller pieces were shattered so finely they have blown away.

Unlike the real koala I helped to rescue on the weekend from behind a block of units – checked over and released in a safer place, Ringo cannot be saved. 😦

However, I’ve decided to use him as a planter and find a place for him in the garden.

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A Man Named Rob

A Man Called Rob

There once was a man called Rob,
who lived in the town of Dungog.
With daily doses of moonshine,
he couldn’t walk a straight line.
Sadly, he drowned in his grog.

Chrissy Siggee 2020

dVerse Poets Club
Open Link night

I’m posting this silly poem because I’m usually told my poems are too serious and would love some feedback.

Note: Dungog is a town in Australia.