Promises, Promises


Happy Mother’s Day UK!

‘But Mom, we live in Canada,’ declare my children.

‘But I’m English,’ I reply.

Then on May 13, Mother’s Day, Canada. 

‘But Mom, you’re English.’

‘And I live in Canada dear children.’


I am reminded of a post I wrote a while back about my Mom, ‘the laughing, tattooed prayer warrior’ and her love for God’s promises.

Mom’s life view is often from the valley, where mountains loom. But from that place, she always finds God’s promise and knows His presence. Whatever she faces, or we face, she is armed with a dog-eared notebook. This little piece of dynamite is overflowing with promises that God has given her. Verse upon verse, one promise after the other. Mom lives the promises of God, she sees many fulfilled, and some not – yet.

I remember as I went through the medieval torture of delivering twins naturally that Mom and Val played outside of my room. Wheeling one another up and down the halls in wheelchairs, laughing, waiting and no doubt being told off. I remember as Mom walked into the room, now quiet, she looked into my eyes – and hurt for the pain I was in. 

As Moms, we never stop laboring. We never stop delivering.

Jesus promises us, ‘My grace is enough; it’s all you need. My strength comes into its own in your weakness.’ That verse has carried us through it all. Suffering still stings, promised strength is not pain immunity. It’s not positive thinking either. It’s focusing on the One who knows. Who sees us through those battles, one breath, one prayer at a time.

Thank you for showing me how this promise life works Mom, I’m thankful that my today is partly because of your faithful yesterdays – your faithful prayers of promise. You shine Mom – with life, His presence, and of course, a few added sequins,

I encourage you all today, find your promises, read them, memorize them, shout them, whisper them, sing them and cry them.

Let’s not work our problems out but allow His promises in.

Blessings and love, 

Michelle xo

What promise are you standing with today? Need encouragement? Here are a few promises for you…

All your children shall be taught by the Lord,
And great shall be the peace of your children.

Isaiah 54:13.

‘You can’t force these things. They only come about through my Spirit’

Zechariah 4:6

‘Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.’

Matthew 11:28-30

‘No test or temptation that comes your way is beyond the course of what others have had to face. All you need to remember is that God will never let you down; he’ll never let you be pushed past your limit; he’ll always be there to help you come through it.

1 Corinthians 10: 13


Mothers Day: 1000 Moms Project

Allow me to introduce you to my Mom. She is 5ft 8in. Slim with blonde bobbed hair, blue eyes and a wide smile.

A beauty.

You’ll find her dressed in kaftans or jeggings, biker boots or dresses.


Her tasteful tattoos and piercings would suggest a free spirit…

The 1000 Moms Project is an amazing project working with Moms in Haiti.  I am writing this today, joining with hundreds of others who are publicly thanking their Mothers on Mothers Day – and in doing so blessing another.


Dear Mom,

Where do I start with you?

Do I start with your humour – your ability to dance in the rain – how you find scripture for every situation.

Do I start with pain and suffering and loss.

I should of course start with faith… afterall faith is your starting point.

Or I could combine all of the above, as you do and thank you for showing me that:

Through it all – you find Him. He is in control. Through it all – He has us in His hand.

I’ve heard people ask you ‘Why do you bother with God with all of your problems’?

I‘ve heard you say time and time again. ‘It’s because of God I can face life!’

I’ve seen you love your son through the painful diagnosis of Schizophrenia,

I’ve seen you bounce up Lye High Street on a Space Hopper.

I’ve seen you love through drug addiction,

I’ve seen you shopping wearing odd shoes.

I’ve heard you scream out my Dad’s name as you let him go into eternity,

I’ve seen you rock ‘n’ roll with my Dad and bring the room to standstill.

 Mid 70’s me watching the rock n rollers.

I’ve known you love me through years of sickness,

I’ve seen you go into a phonebox in Stourbridge just to laugh hysterically.

I’ve seen you lying in a hospital bed after a brain haemorrhage,

I’ve seen God in His wisdom grace you with more time.

I’ve seen Hope exude. Despair rage. Faith hide,

I’ve seen you distracted with sequins and glitter.

I see you hurt now, as your own Mom drifts away,

I see you offer her times of happiness in her space.

3 Generations

I’ve seen lives transformed through you opening up our house to anybody that wants to enter in,

I’ve seen meals multiply. The table becoming the sacred place. The kitchen becoming the church.

You teach us that God loves to rip open the box that we have put Him in.

A prayer warrior. A party goer.

In seeing all of this I have learned that the joy of the Lord is a gift, to choose, to absorb –  to become our strength.

The thing is Mom – I could write on…

But I think you get the message.

You give me, us, the gift of life – not just natural birth but the gift of life birthed through faith and a life lived fully in Christ.

Thank you Momski.

Keep dancin’

Love you.

Shell x