May 18, 2020

I have always had a strong relationship with books.

When I was a child, I lived within the pages of whatever well-written, character-driven plot was available to me. Ann M Martin, Francine Pascal, R.L Stine, Lucy Maud Montgomery and Lois Lowry were expert fabricators of children's fiction, according to my particular tastes between the ages of 10 and 13, but I would stick my nose into any book with an appealing character and a witty writing style.

As a teenager, I moved on to a few authors a shade darker than those of my childhood: Dean Koontz and Christopher Pike, and still R.L Stine, but now the young adult fiction rather than the Goosebumps series I had loved so much as a kid.

Later came my baptism into the world of contemporary Christian Fiction with Francine Rivers and Frank Peretti at the forefront: I loved that the themes, while often gritty or thrilling, maintained a sense of hope: of good triumphing over evil: a theme often missing from the books of my youth.

It seems that through...

September 3, 2017

Did you know that your time here on earth is a very precious thing? If you call yourself a Christian, then you are taking the very specific stance that your life has been authored by, and continues to be written by a Creative God who has purposes to fulfill on earth. 

I (Rachel) recorded this video back in July; (excuse the poor quality and the interruption at the end). I want to use this video to get us thinking about how we are using our time in light of the eternal purposes God has for each of us. I hope you enjoy.

June 26, 2017

Here at the still small voice, we recognise that words can be dry and empty in the heart of a winter season.

Once a month, we will share a wordless post. Today we have a song of warmth and invitation: of Winter seasons and loving arms. Allow it to wrap around your heart and bolster you for the coming week.​


June 19, 2017

When I was a little girl, I wrote. More often than not, I wrote stories about the way I wanted things to be. Sometimes I expressed my feelings through songs and poems. Abba wove the love of words into my little-girl heart so many years ago and I shared those expressions freely with those around me.

As I grew up, life got busy: I met my counterpart, children were made and loved; the world marched in and my adult-heart became sensible as it does for so many of us. I learned to be careful, because sometimes, open hearts get burned.

This world isn’t really made for vulnerability, is it?

Three years ago, Abba whispered life back to me:

Just write. He said.

His invitation was tangible; precious and private.

Once more, words began pouring like wine. I was reminded of David, the Shepherd-boy sinner with the king-sized heart.

"My heart is overflowing with a good theme;
I recite my composition concerning the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer."

In the quiet place of my communion with Abba...

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