Why?

Why?

Why is life like the ebbing tide?

The ebb of tides is never-ending…

Devastation can come in one huge wave

Or glide you gently into the shore.

 

Why is life like the shining sun?

Its radiance never ceases to glow…

Harsh heat often sets the earth ablaze

Or softly warms us on a winter’s day.

 

Why is life like the lilies of the field?

They stand so tall in their Sunday best…

Winter winds causes them to tilt and bend

Or makes them dance in a summers breeze.

 

Why is life like a shooting star?

Sometimes you see it, sometimes not…

Leaving a trail of light across the evening sky

Or gone in an instant, to be no more.

© Chrissy Siggee

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

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Good News – Followed by an Upset

The specialist has given me the all clear to begin walking and strengthening my right leg again – but at a slow pace. He gave me a medical certificate to return to light duties where I volunteer at the Koala Hospital. I’ll probably make plans to return in the next week or two. We celebrated at our favourite Tandori Indian restaurant on the way home.

When we arrived home I was checking my emails and found a receipt sent from the nursery we haven’t been to since before the surgery. While phoning them I opened my bank account online to discover that over $2,500 had been withdrawn from our bank account using my visa/debit card for 10 transactions from places we’ve never heard of. This, was all done while we were at the specialist centre and at the restaurant. The emailed receipt was actually “coincidental”and not related to funds but for bonus points received for a transaction paid by the correct person on the correct card. All good there but I don’t believe in coincidents. More likely a God-intervention-instant. I may not have check the account until later in the day if that receipt hadn’t come .

We cancelled the card immediately over the phone. As soon as the card was cancelled, more visa payments hit a dead-end while we were talking on the phone. Bank security hope to hit the source through those transactions.

Unfortunately, even though the 10 amounts were still at “pending” we have to wait up to 6 weeks for our claim to process. 😦 😦

Fortunately, that card account is not our main account but it was our household account for utilities and other household bills, medical bills, and grocery funds etc. Sigh…. We really didn’t need that.

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My Prayerful Request

My aspiration to grow closer to my God is overwhelming.
Petitions to replenish my dwindling strength fill my heart.
I acknowledge my Lord’s perfection and my own sinful weakness.
Gifts and talents mean nought if He is not the centre of my life.
I am yet to discover the art of losing myself in His presence.

A consciousness of God’s love and presence invigorates my soul.
His majesty and glory penetrates my constantly craving heart.
My spirit rises to new heights of joyfulness and victory.
Even in the face of unanswered prayer, I am full of gratitude.
His divine enablement is sufficient.

I genuinely desire the realisation of my requests, earnestly
I find myself praising the Lord for His splendour and magnificence.
By prayer and supplication, I will make my requests known to God.
He is infinite in holiness and power; I am sinful and weak.
I will pray with assurance knowing the Father does all things well.

Chrissy Siggee © First published 2006

Archived now in: 🦋 Christian Reads | Riverside Peace

Integrity

James 1:8 “A double minded man is unstable in all his ways.”

James 4:8 “Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you. Cleanse your hands, ye sinners; and purify your hearts, ye double minded.”

It never ceases to amaze me how people can say one thing and do another. Or, how people act one way in public and then act differently behind closed doors.

I think we all can be guilty of deceit or pretense to create a better image of ourselves in the eyes of others, but God sees all and never turns a blind eye to sin. I also believe we should seek to do what is right and not at the expense of trying to deceive…or, for our own gain. We need to reconsider our ways, speak truth and serve Him with a humble heart.

Why do we do the things we do?
Why do we say the things we say?

Sometimes we need to re-evaluate our motives. Sometimes we have to check our behaviour in the sight of the Lord, and in the eyes of others. We can only live truthful lives with cleansed hearts before God…and renewed minds to serve Him in a way that is honourable.

Surely, we all want to live as we ought, represent the truth of The Word, and show integrity in all we do—seen and unseen. Don’t be double minded but seek to do what is right in His eyes and others.

Father, teach us to speak with integrity to honour you. Cleanse our heart and mind so that, in all we do, we do to reflect the life of Your son, Jesus. Amen.

© Chrissy Siggee 
Scripture Verses used are from the King James Version of the Bible

Archived now in: 🦋 Christian Reads | Riverside Peace
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The Runaway

Connie searched the playground the neighbours and the sand pile behind the back shed. Her hand went to her throat to ease the pain that seemed to creep up from her hammering heart. Moisture blurred her vision.

‘ETHAN!’ Connie’s throat grew tight. She had no choice but to call the social worker that had assigned Ethan to Connie and her husband Carl, a few weeks earlier.

She grabbed the phone and dialled. ‘Ethan is missing!’ She blurted out before Rebecca could finish her greeting. ‘I’ve looked everywhere.’ Connie found herself pacing.

‘Calm down Connie. He’s probably run away.’

Connie stood still. ‘Why would he do that?’

‘I don’t know. We get a lot of foster kids who run away. Ethan has been in the system a long time, and with numerous foster families. He’s run away before.’ She sighed. ‘I admit, I thought he was happy with you and Carl, but it’s hard to tell with these kids.’

Thinking more clearly, Connie contemplated the past few weeks. ‘He’s a bright little boy. I thought he was settling in.’ She paused. ‘Carl offered to take Ethan fishing when he returns from the office. He needed a file to work on over the weekend.’

‘Okay, I’ll call the local police and then come around. Just stay calm.’

Carl came in just as Connie hung up the phone. ‘Look who I found in the car under a blanket.’

‘Ethan, you scared me half to death.’ She placed her hand over her mouth and sat down at the table.

Ethan hung his head. ‘I was going to run away when Carl got to town but I fell asleep.’

‘Why would you want to run away?’ Connie dared to ask.

‘I got scared. When the Baker’s took me fishing, they got mad at me because I broke their new rod. They beat me with it and told me I was selfish.’

Carl sat beside Connie and drew Ethan close. ‘You’ll never be beaten here, I promise.’

‘Even if I wet my bed? Mrs Beasley wiped my face with the sheets and then made me wash them.’

Connie gasped. ‘There’s no excuse for bad behaviour by any adult.’ She thought for a moment before continuing. ‘You haven’t wet your bed since you’ve been here. Do you think there’s a reason for that?’

‘I don’t know,’ Ethan shrugged. ‘I’m not scared here.’

‘What kind of things do you like to do?’

Ethan tilted his head and bit his lower lip. He shrugged again.

‘Do you like going to the movies?’

‘I don’t know. I’ve never been. I watched cartoons sometimes at the Webster’s. The other families didn’t let me watch TV.’

‘Football?’ Carl asked.

‘The beach?’ Connie added.

Ethan began to whimper. ‘I haven’t been anywhere much—just school and the playground.’ A lone tear rolled down his face. ‘I like the playground.’ He wiped the tear away. ‘Can I go there again?’

Connie looked at Carl for a long moment. She pulled Ethan onto her lap. He was short for a seven-year-old but it was his frail body and lightness that had surprised her.

Ethan stiffened but soon relaxed in Connie’s arms.

She kissed his cheek. ‘We can go to the park together. How about a picnic of burgers and soda?’ She released her embrace. A tear stained face looked back at her.

‘What’s a pick nick?’

Carl sighed deeply. His sad eyes met Connie’s. ‘There’s a lot we can do. I think a picnic lunch at the playground is the perfect place to begin.’

A knock sounded at the front door. ‘Rebecca. I forgot all about her.’

Carl let Rebecca in and explained the situation.

Ethan’s lip trembled. He looked up at Connie. ‘Will I have to go to another foster family?’

‘No sweetie’, Rebecca answered for Connie. ‘But you need to talk to Carl and Connie in the future if you’re unsure of anything.’

‘Connie and Carl won’t beat me.’ It was a statement rather than a question.

Rebecca knelt down beside Ethan as he slid off Connie’s lap. ‘No, Ethan. This family is…different.’

Ethan looked up at Carl then to Connie, then back to Rebecca. ‘Why are they different?’

‘Well firstly,’ Carl began. ‘We really want you to be our son—to adopt you as soon as you feel ready. If that’s okay’, he added.’

The corners of Ethan’s mouth turned upwards.

‘Really? Yes, please!’

© Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Archived in: 🦋 Short Fiction

Down on the Farm #3

From this wheelchair, I can’t see two of our three vegetable plots so I sent Norm out with the camera again. I think sometime in the future we will need to have a wider pathway along the front of the above ground plots. We’re not getting any younger and we’ll want to be able to have access to all the garden for years to come.

WOW What a surprise. There’s an abundance of crops out there. Way to much for us. The broad beans are covered in flowers and the corn is doing well too.

I sent Norm back to do a harvest of mostly snap peas, silver-beet, perennial spinach, butter-crunch lettuce, scarole Lettuce, little gem lettuce, red sails and the loose-leaf lettuce. Everything is yummy.

The avocado tree and two blueberry bushes are also in flower. This will be the first season both blueberry bushes to fruit at the same time. We have two pots of strawberries; one flowering. The other isn’t getting enough sun yet but it’s healthy. (neither shown in photos) As for the avocado – we’ll have to just wait and see. I think it’s just three years old and fruit usually appears on an avocado in five years.

Archived in: 🦋 I’m in the Garden

There’s Nought to Fear

Some things don’t feel right. 
Unpleasant confrontations generate a mood of sadness.
Shivers torment already traumatised nerves,
like finger nails dragged across a blackboard. 
Yet, there’s nought to fear. 

Some things are not right. 
Hostility clutches hold with naive dishonesties
and confusion creeps in with unsuspected lies. 
Cold fingers of fear grip with malicious rumours.
Yet, there’s nought to fear. 

Some things are never right. 
Malice and corruption run amok in a violated world
with greed and self-absorption taking hold. 
Unpredicted anguish and hearts full of darkness.
Yet, there’s nought to fear. 

Some things can be made right. 
Terrors of the night flee with the promise of the sunrise.
Integrity re-established to transform thoughts
benefits the practise of honest, uncorrupted lives. 
Yes, there’s nought to fear.

 ©  Chrissy Siggee 

Archived in: 🦋 Christian Reads
 

Majestic Is Our God

Your peace flows through me like a river,
soothing and graceful.
Your presence embraces my soul like a hug,
comforting and restful.

I drink in the beauty of your establishment—
how wonderful is your supremacy.

The promises you gave are with me every day,
directing and truthful.
The assurance you provided is one to treasure,
enduring and fruitful.

I feed on the awesomeness of your creation—
how magnificent is your power.

You transformed me to this new way of thinking,
obeying and heedful.
You changed my soul to one of obedience,
willing and dutiful.

I taste the sweetness of your ambience—
how comforting is your presence.

I found this piece of God’s paradise,
calming and peaceful.
I have met with the Creator and Master,
redeeming and powerful.

I leave with the knowledge of His peace—
How majestic is our God!

© Chrissy Siggee

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

Archived in: 🦋 Christian Reads

Decisions

James 1:5: If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.

Hebrews 4:12: For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.

We all have times in our lives where we need to make decisions. You know the type: those decisions that require wisdom. This kind of wisdom can only be found in Christ; wisdom we need to seek through His Word. However, Scripture is not a catalogue of “do’s and do nots” of all matters of life, but it is critical to rely on with prayer.

If you have read any of my other devotions you would know how vital prayer is in my life. Prayer, and the seeking direction through the word of God, will give us the result of wise decisions.

Scripture consists largely of general and specific principles in particular contexts to which they apply. Because of this, decisions cannot be made without taking them to the Lord in prayer. We need to express our needs, our desires, and our hopes. Give Him the glory for all he has done for us and what He will continue to do. He knows our needs before we ask, but we need to ask wait and listen.

Simple? No. I know many times that by simply asking, waiting and listening, doesn’t always disclose His direction immediately. However, His direction on how to seek wisdom, and why, is clear:

Howbeit when he, the Spirit of truth, is come, he will guide you into all truth: for he shall not speak of himself; but whatsoever he shall hear, that shall he speak: and he will shew you things to come. John 16:13

May God lead you in to His wisdom and show you direction for those decisions you need to make.

© Chrissy Siggee

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

Archived in: Christian Reads

The Moon and His Friends

Jenny sat on her window seat staring into the night sky. Stuffed animals snuggled in round her patiently waiting for a bed time hug. The night light by the bed gave the room a soft glow and the moon lit up the window.

‘I wonder if there is someone on the moon’, Jenny whispered into the ear of Jerry the monkey that had curled his long arms around her neck.

There was no answer of course but Jenny continued to speak softly. ‘One day I want to fly in a rocket ship and visit the moon. He looks so lonely way up there.’ Her voice faded and her eyelids drooped.

‘Will you take me with you?’

‘Who said that?’

‘Me!’

Jenny turned to see all the animals smiling at her.

‘Which one of you can talk?’

‘All of us’, they said in unison.

‘But you’re not real!’

‘Yes, we are.’ Jerry loosened his hold and slid to her lap. ‘Why do you think the moon is lonely?’

Jenny blinked rapidly before answering. ‘Well, look at him. He just hangs there all night every night. I never see anyone out there with him.’

‘Just like us.’ He nodded to his friends who quickly nodded back.

Betsy the cow mooed loudly. ‘We sit and watch the moon all night every night.’

‘Why?’, Jenny wanted to know.

Jerry answered. ‘Because you only take one of us to bed.’

‘But there’s no room for all of you. I don’t want anyone to fall out while I’m sleeping.’

‘Oh, it’s OK really’, Marty the rhino replied. ‘We like watching the moon too. We’re his friends.’

They were all watching the moon when Jenny heard another voice.

‘It’s time you were in bed.’

‘Can I take my toys?’

Mum kissed Jenny’s forehead. ‘Not all of them. The moon needs his friends.’

Jenny smiled but didn’t open her eyes as her mum place her in her bed and left the room.

‘Good night Mum. Good night moon.’

And the animals on the window seat just watched the moon.

© Chrissy Siggee – 2019

Archived in: 🦋 Children’s Corner

Walking and Rolling Out and About

This morning’s weather was loads better than recent weeks. The sun was shining and very few clouds to spoil the blue of the sky. The chilly wind off the mountains in the west also had ceased.

The Coastal Walk was tempting but beyond the Breakwall it gets rather rocky for walkers as well as rollers. That is – Not friendly for prams wheelchairs, roller skaters and skate boarders. Norm is improving with his steering but occasionally I almost get flipped out of the wheelchair or bogged. 🙂 All fun.

The painting on rocks along the Breakwall has been around for quite a few years. Some I saw were dated back in the late 1990s. Graffiti is rarely seen here which is probably why the rock painting began in the first place. People tend to respect other people’s art work; no matter how bad it is. Some people wrote commemorative messages for pets, family members a or friends. I wish I could show more but there’s way to many photos for WordPress.

On our return along the Breakwall we stopped for coffee and dessert at one of our favourite eating places – the Pancake Place. A very bright place to eat.

This is why I don’t like selfies and teaching Norm makes it no better. LOL!

On our return along the Breakwall we stopped for coffees and desserts at one of our favourite eating places – the Pancake Place.

Archived in: 🦋 Retirement

In the Silence

Sweet solitude of silence
Brushes against my soul—
With a touch of His presence,
He brings rest to my bones.

Verses of faith drift through me,
Soothing battered senses—
Inspired in the silence,
He captivates my heart.

God’s Holiness bathes me,
Tender anointing falls—
In compassion He gives me
His peace in the silence.

Gems of joy, whispered hope,
Shown in His love and grace
Consoling in the silence…
He kisses away my tears.

©  Chrissy Siggee

Archived in: 🦋 Christian Reads