Poems from the Heart of Our Mum – the book

Poems from the Heart of Our Mum

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The author Ruth Barrington (nee Lawson) had written poems most of her life but she had never had the opportunity to published them. Chrissy introduced her mothers poems by publishing six of her mothers favourites inGlimpses of His Glory. After her mothers death in 2011, Chrissys father expressed his desire to have more of Ruths poems published. Chrissycommitted herself to the task of publishing her mothers writing for her father and the rest of the family. Chrissy and her three siblings also contributed a poem or brief article dedicated to their mother.

Please note, except for Emmaus Way, only minor editing has occurred to Ruth’s Poems. These are her thoughts, her words – from her heart. Making huge changes would make these poems the editor’s poems and for this reason, Ruth’s work has not been altered.

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Hope in the City

DELIVERED– A Peculiar People Collaboration

Amongst the group of writers I can claim to have written just one chapter but yes, I wrote Chapter four.

320_4654160An immigrant and her young daughter, struggling to reach their dream地 special needs child, searchingfor hope地 newly released ex-con, seeking forgiveness. They have one thing in commontheyre about to be touched by God in a way they never imagined. All through a simple postcard. Brought up in a strict Muslim home in London, Sulafa has recently experienced the transforming power of Jesus Christ. Now, despite fear of discovery and its consequences, she knows she has to spread the good news. In an act of bravery, she sends out postcards with a single message: Let me pray for you. Her simple request impacts lives and brings hope in the midst of hopelessness.

The second of many anticipated books from Peculiar People, Delivered is a collection of short stories that intertwine to deliver a single message. It is the work of twenty-five authors with one united voice, proclaiming the power of God to transform lives and His ability to do the miraculous in the most ordinary of circumstances.

Amongst the group of writers I can claim to have written just one chapter but yes, I wrote Chapter four.

Chapter Four

Hope in the City –by Chrissy Siggee

Seventeen year old Sarah stepped down from the train and looked around. Haunted eyes stared out from a gaunt face. She looked around to gather her bearings. Commuters pushed and shoved their way past, almost causing her to stumble under the heaviness of her backpack. The warped wheels of her worn suitcase flip flopped behind her as she followed the crowd. Shed come to Sydney for a new life. No one here knew of her former years, which she wanted to forget…

from the book: DELIVERED– A Peculiar People Collaboration

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Whisper in the Night

The night is dark. There is no moon. A distant night-bird sings its song. Gentle breaths of wind quiver leaves against a window. Fighting cats hiss and spit, assaulting the quietness and then… abruptly ceases. Barking from some neighbours dog echoes away the intruding felines.

Silence returns momentarily before the faint sound of a babys cry lingers for just a little while. The dim of the night remains undisturbed.

I close my eyes in expectation for sleep to come. Only silence.

A suppressed whisper infiltrates the peace of the surrounding blackness. My eyes spring open. Alertness returns. What was that?Again, there is silence. Tied eyes begin to close but it transpires again. That murmur, wheres it coming from?

This time I lay awake picturing the room around me. Faint outlines of a chair appear as my eyes adjust to the gloom. The whisper returns.

My voice is barely audible. ‘Whos there?’

I feel strange but Im not afraid. Its soothing and not at all alarming. Though faint as it is, I sense an inner stirring. I slide from my bed and feel my way to the window. As I part the curtains I gaze out to the unnatural darkness. Not even a pale glow of a street light can be seen. The world is completely dark and silent. What is this?

Again, the whisper comes, this time from within my soul. ‘Pray for those who do not know me for darkness will fall upon those who do not heed my call. The day will soon be here and time is running out. I need my children to plead for the lost so they will find the light. Dont wait my child because lives are being lost to darkness every single moment. I have made you for a purpose. Through prayer you will know my will. I have given you a gift that can only be used to reveal my glory.’

The whisper fades to a hush and the world outside comes faintly into focus. I look up to the heavens where stars begin to shimmer. The sounds of the night return to my ears. Leaves rustle with the wind restirring. I turn and fall on my knees and weep for a world of lost sinners to see His light.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

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Teen Reading

Out of the Shadows – Jenna’s Secret

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This is a novel about a girl who, at the brink of going too far, learns from her mistakes and from witnessing the devastating effects to those who crossed the line.

Note: Out-dated language has been revised for the modern teen reader.

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Where Did I Leave My Humour?

Do you know where I left my humour? It must be around here somewhere. I had it yesterday. Im sure I did. How could I have lost my humour?

Its always been a part of me. Ive never gone anywhere without it. I have used it every day. Humour is one of those possessions I thought I would always have. How could I have lost it?

I could have left it in the fridge, like I misplace my cup of coffee yesterday. Perhaps its in the laundry cupboard or in the ironing basket. Surely, I wouldnt have left it laying around for the dog to chew. Perhaps I left it under the bed. I havent looked there for days. Where could my humour be?

Probably its gone forever, like the coins that slipped through the hole in my purse. Maybe its gone down the kitchen sink, just like my favourite ring. I dont know why Id put it downnot even for a moment. Maybe its in the garden. I could have left it there when I found that poor dead bird. Or, did I leave it someplace else?

Perhaps I left my humour in my journal. Id been trying to hide my pain and cope alone. I didnt want to burden anyone with my misery, so I poured it out to God. It might be in my Bible, somewhere in the Psalms, possibly in chapter 23between the shadows of death and fearing no evil. But, why would I have left it there?

I checked my emails before I went to bed hoping I would find my humour there.

A stranger said Id made them laugh with a story I had written.

Wendy said she was missing me and I had always made her day.

A cute little puppy greeted me. He was on an eCard sent by Val. It made me grin but it was the words that got to me: shoulders to lean on and hands to hold, hugs to comfort too.

Do you think my humour is closer than I think?

Wait one minute! It must be around here somewhere. Last night that movie made me laugh and I saw the funny side when hubby dropped his cookie into his cup of tea. My son gave me a picture book of elephants at the beach. Its amazing how some silly photos encourage you to smile. How could I have missed it?

Suddenly I realized I hadnt lost it. I had it all along. I guess its like a simple smileI just had to put it on.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

– a long time ago.

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