Filling the Heart and Mind


Christ so fills my heart and mind
It’s where I want to be
To leave the hardened world behind
For Christ, His face to see!

So capture all my heart and soul
With love that fills my eyes
For when the Living Word I hold
My faith in full does rise!

And help me when I drift away
Through waves of toil and care
To hold the anchor in the sway
My hope in storm to bear!

Never let my heart grow cold
Nor hardness subtlety creep
But make my faith become more bold
My heart and mind, please keep!

Christ abounds in love and grace,
My shortfall it is lost!
He overcomes my sin, no trace!
Into deep sea, it’s tossed!

By Lisa Lawlor

Lisa is a member of my Facebook group “Christian music, devotions & poems. She has very kindly allowed me to put music to her lyric’s where or when I can. The song I found for the above lyric’s is called “O Disclose thy lovely face”.

You’re Probably Queuing Next to Someone Who’s Struggling

Jaime Stenning - a life uncut

This happened to me today…

Context: I’m on holiday in Cornwall with my two little ones. We’re at the Eden Project, one of my happy places. I’ve been really struggling with my mental health for about a month. I’m doing my best… it’s not great.

I’m queuing for a coffee. A 70 something woman starts queuing behind me and as soon as she arrives I feel anxiety. She’s right behind me, a total space invader.

I move forwards, backwards, sideways to try and get some space. She moves closer to me every single time. You’re not going to get there any quicker!

Normally in this situation, I’d spend the next ten minutes queuing and feeling uncomfortable. Today, I decided to pluck up the courage to speak.

I turn around and say ‘would it be ok if you gave me a little bit of space please?’

Her response could have been:…

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Depression is quiet

Epilepsy Talk

You would be surprised with how many people in your life could be going through depression at this very moment.

People hide it like a paper bag over their heads, out of fear of being judged, made fun of, seen as weak, or just not taken seriously.

Anyone can fall victim to it.

And much like a mask, people hide it with a smile.

And an “I’m fine.”

Nobody can detect it but yourself,

Because, disguising is easy.

The cheerier you are, the less they’ll suspect.

But you can’t hide it forever.

Everybody reaches a breaking point.

But that’s okay. Don’t be ashamed.

There are people out there who understand.

There is love and support all around you.

By talking with others, you will get the help and assurance that you need to fight through it.

You are precious.

You are loved.

You are not alone.

Have patience with all…

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Facing Forward

Seizure Mama and Rose

There have been many lessons from epilepsy for my family. One of them is to keep facing forward.

Our past is too heavy to carry with us, so we learn to leave it as much as possible.

Rose seems to be carrying too much right now. There are unresolved events that haunt her. I get this. I am afraid for her. She cares too much about issues and people.

Do not judge me by these words. I am this way, too. My heart has been too open, so I avoid situations that might steal it. This is not selfish. Only other highly sensitive people get this. We must guard our psyches by isolating ourselves. If you do not understand this, then you cannot understand this.

Rose is in a sandwich between a sad past and an uncertain future. The level of uncertainty she lives with is over-the-roof compared to many…

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Thankyou for the Cross

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Thank You, for the cross I bear

This yoke, I bend beneath;

The Master’s bond, I gladly share,

So with Him, I may be.

The Carpenter, has fitted me,

The steely yoke, exchanged;

In it’s place, the yoke of ease,

In sharing with His pain.

Though heavy, it may seem to all,

To share His crux akin;

The weight more true, of higher toll:

The yoke of death and sin.

So gladly do I let Him break,

The weight that had me blind;

And with Him, bend and shoulder take,

His yoke, now by His side.

And so His joy, so fills my soul,

And love binds me to bear,

This burdened joy, with zeal to hold,

In Christ’s love, do I share.

By Lisa Lawlor