This year for lent I gave up drinking tea. Other things I have given up in the past have been lying in, my computer, the standard chocolate, but this was by far and away my hardest ever lent.
I also decided to give up coffee and hot chocolate. I don't really drink either that often but I figured I would only turn to them in replacement for the tea.
Prior to lent I was pondering what could I give up, and even what was the point of doing a lent just for the sake of it. Then someone in work spotted that I consume a large volume of tea and suggested I give that up. I thought to myself what a proposterous idea, I wouldn't even want to give up tea, let alone be able to!
Then it occurred me. I finally had reason to lent this year. I actually had something I could fast that I didn't believe I could, in order to be more like Jesus ( - yeh I know, what a saint! I gave up tea.... Jesus gave up all consumables!!)
So in the first few days of my lent, I actually had a consistant 120 hour headache from caffeine withdrawal <-- not recommended! and as time passed by I thought it should get easier.... it didn't. The edge of wanting a cup of tea was just as strong from one break to the next, and with people all around the office drinking it, it became almost unbareable. Respect goes to Jesus for what He had to endure.
But I made it through, thanks be to Him, and I had my first cup of tea courtesy of an American, whom may I add for a yank (apologies if that is an offensive term, I'm pretty ignorant of these things!), makes a pretty darn good cup of tea. I don't think it was the caffeine in the end that I was addicted to, but rather the inexplicable comfort which makes everything seem better that comes from a good ol' cuppa.
Wednesday, 15 April 2009
Monday, 6 April 2009
A psalm
I do not claim to be any kind of a psalmist, but we were encouraged in youth last night to write our very own psalm to God. A psalm is raw and personal and honest. I got this picture of a tree, and just ran with it. I'm not exactly King David so go easy on me.
O Tree of life, bear good fruit
The branches of your grace reach out across the nations
You promise sanctuary and comfort for the wanderer
You have been my rock, my strong tower in these times of trouble
You have sheltered me from the bullets the world throws at me
From your bark a cross was made to pay for my sin
I thank you Lord, and surrender
Be a source of healing for my broken heart
and nutrition for my soul
Mould me to be a tree just like ou
Something that you can use
that I may bear good fruit for Your kingdom
You appeared to Moses, a blaze of beauty
Yet no char was found
Cleanse me with Holy fire, leave no trace of impurity.
May my roots be sown in righteousness
And the truth of Your Word
Bound by your Spirit
A Strength not of my own but Yours
For Yours be the glory
Amen
O Tree of life, bear good fruit
The branches of your grace reach out across the nations
You promise sanctuary and comfort for the wanderer
You have been my rock, my strong tower in these times of trouble
You have sheltered me from the bullets the world throws at me
From your bark a cross was made to pay for my sin
I thank you Lord, and surrender
Be a source of healing for my broken heart
and nutrition for my soul
Mould me to be a tree just like ou
Something that you can use
that I may bear good fruit for Your kingdom
You appeared to Moses, a blaze of beauty
Yet no char was found
Cleanse me with Holy fire, leave no trace of impurity.
May my roots be sown in righteousness
And the truth of Your Word
Bound by your Spirit
A Strength not of my own but Yours
For Yours be the glory
Amen
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