Advent Week 2: Love

Rebekah Johnson - Freelance Writer

Advent 2

A prayer for the second Sunday of Advent:

Heavenly Father, thank you for your priceless love, which has been demonstrated again and again in my life. Help me to remember your love in times of distress. Guide me to drink from your ‘river of delights’ and replenish me with your spirit. I want to walk in your spirit of wisdom, understanding, and knowledge – just as Jesus did. As he demonstrated his love for us by sacrificing himself to atone for our sins, help me to follow in his footsteps and put others before myself. Give me your heart for the lost and broken. Thank you for allowing me to walk in your light and be light to a world in darkness, until you return. Amen.

Isaiah 11:1-3
Psalm 36:9-7
1 John 4:9-12

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Advent Week One: Hope

Rebekah Johnson - Freelance Writer

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A prayer for the first night of Advent:
Lord, comfort me in the waiting, when the darkness closes in. The pain, suffering, and longing in this season feels overwhelming. I am lost without your unfailing love, and long for the time when your glory will be revealed, and the darkness will no longer prevail. As I wait in hope for your return, I thank you for being my help and my shield, battling with me as I take each step of my journey. My heart rejoices in you and I trust in your holy name and unfailing love. Even as Abraham believed in your promises and waited with hopeful expectation for their fulfilment, help me to patiently count the stars of my own promises. Let my faith be credited to me as righteousness. I put my hope in you. Amen.

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Excerpt from Chapter 1: Little Girl Lost

An excerpt from what I am working on for NaNoWriMo 2017.

Rebekah Johnson - Freelance Writer

This is an excerpt from the first chapter of my 2017 NaNoWriMo novel. It’s a fictional memoir, but nothing in this excerpt is fiction. And this is a rough draft. 🙂

I remember waking slowly, my hips digging uncomfortably into the hard floor. My forehead felt sweaty from the warmth of the room and the waves of heat rolling over me from inside the slippery, polyester sleeping bag twisted around my body. Why was I awake? I breathed in deeply, my eyes opening a little more. Dust and the smell of synthetic carpet fibers filled my nose and that’s when I heard it – the sound of wailing – a miserable low keening that sent chills down my spine. It was the like the mournful cry of an injured animal, but that “animal” was my mother. She half shrieked, half sobbed again. I rolled over and saw she was…

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A Reflection for Good Friday

This. Exactly this.

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Jesus was a carpenter, if a same sex couple asked him to make them a table he would have built it and it would have been as good as any table he had ever built, and then, when it was finished and sitting in their home, he would have sat with them and had dinner on it…..

but before they ate he would have probably washed their feet.

I believe this because of the way Jesus treated those the religious people excluded, because of the way he defended and befriended the ones the religious people called sinners, because of the way he chastised religious people for the way they misconstrued God’s way of thinking and because of the way he was always pointing out that the very people the religious people were railing against were a better example of God’s love than they were – more likely to enter the kingdom…

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