Home

It’s been fifty-five days of staying home for us so far. Apart from a few walks and two outings to the shop where I was under strict instructions to keep my hands in my pockets by my more hygienic half I’ve been home.

We lost our dog to an unexpected illness in the first few weeks. As hard as that is I cannot imagine the agony of the people losing loved ones in these times. Some cultures grief together for days. Wailing aloud. The comfort of expressing grief surrounded by people sharing it is a lost gift in our Western world. In these times even the limited amount of comfort by others is limited.

So apart from losing our faithful furry friend we have been at home doing what we do at home. The realization of how important homelife is has once again been brought home to me. And the role I play as the CEO – Chief Emotional Officer to my five blessings.

As I scroll through posts online I can see how very distressing it is for many families simply to do this thing called – Homelife. Having all this time at home is proving much harder than you imagined. The pressure of work and schools on families are tremendous.

In a way it could be a time of reflection. What is really important to you? Stopping the rat race for a few weeks might make you wonder… Do I have to run on this wheel all the time? Is there a way to reach my goals in a less stressful way. What are my goals?

For me my priorities are shifting more and more towards fullfilling a role much neglected. The role of bringing up my children as emotional mature beings. People who know what and why they feel what they feel and are able to respond maturely to it. Off course this challenges me to start with myself first.

If I lose my temper. Why? Can I show grace to myself and others. Can I model not perfection but forgiveness. It doesn’t matter whether I work or not. Whether I homeschool or not. What matters is that I embrace my role as my families’ CEO.

So in this difficult time I can choose to start by simply listening without judging or reacting negatively. If my teenager is down in the dumps I can sympathise. Listen. The most basic need of any individual is to feel validated. What they feel matters. It is okay to express your feelings in a responsible way without hurting others.

Teach them how to do that. Start a journey of prioritising your relationships as a family. Talk about the small things that keeps upsetting the one child with another. Explain how personalities differ and how we need to respect that and find ways to co-exist.

This time is such a gift many won’t open. I’m hoping that some will and look back at it as the turning point in their lives for the better. So what if things are messy. Life is messy. Relationships are hard but they are worth the fight. They are more important than all the riches in the world.

Love from my home to yours.

Clara Berge.

The Drifter

At long last. My first novel is available on Amazon.

It’s also available on amazon.co.uk

The Drifter https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07DR2XKHH/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_53RBBbYJ0RNB8

What can I say. It’s taken three years to see The Drifter finished. It’s not perfect but who needs perfection? It is a heartfelt story about love, redemption and the amazing plans God has for us.

I hope you enjoy reading it. Please leave feedback on Amazon so more people will read it.

Peace from my home to yours.

Clara Berge

Helpless

Your fingers touch his forehead

And the reality sinks in

He isn’t just hot from the sun

He has a fever, your little son. 

Your heart sqeeezes tight

At his listless pose

And you miss his healthy smile

Hours you sit through the darknesss

Holding his sweaty form

Your own body protesting

But still you keep going

Helpless you see the house get messy

Helpless you don’t get anything done

Helpless you feed your kids fast food

You feel so small to meet the needs of all

You have to turn to the One who holds you

And rest in Him when there is no rest here for you

He is your help,  helpless one. 

He is your help. 

Judgement.

The darkness was whispering again.

That quiet thought disguised as my own.

It knew my weaknesses and fears.

Before I realized it, sin was drawing near.

The comforting familiarity that soothed the pain of the lies.

This time though I stopped.

I knew of a better place to go.

Through the door into the courts.

I stood in front of the Judge.

The Accuser was there too on the side.

My Advocate was also beside me.

“I repent Holy Judge of this sin and lie that I’ve allowed in my life. I repent on behalf of my family and bloodline. Please judge me.”

I offered up my broken dna.

I surrendered to his judgement.

He looked at me and then He looked at my Advocate. 

“She has been redeemed. The blood has paid for her sin.” My Advocate said. There were murmurs of agreement from others in the court.

I spoke up: “Thank you for the blood. I testify that by faith I have been redeemed. Please revoke all legal right the accuser has in my life.”

The Judge looked at the accuser and said: “I decree that because of the blood and her word of testimony your legal right to have access to her life is revoked.”

He scowled, knowing he was defeated. 

He handed me a scroll. “Your divorce papers. To testify that it has no more legal right to you.”

I laughed as my Advocate showed me my new DNA. Covered with the Blood and redeemed. 

Out of the courts and back in my room, I listened.

The whispers were quiet. My soul felt relieved. The sin no longer attracting me. 

Like David I have to say: “How I love your judgements O, Lord. “

Contentment.

She stares at her image
Wishing this and wishing that
He works harder and harder
Wishing this and wishing that

She wanders through the aisles
Wishing this and wishing that
He wears the latest fashion
Wishing this and wishing that

She visits a friends big house
Wishing this and wishing that
He sees the neighbours new car
Wishing this and wishing that

She watches the talent shows
Wishing this and wishing that
He goes to the gym
Wishing this and wishing that

She waits for flowers and cards
Wishing this and wishing that
He sees a pretty girl looking at him
Wishing this and wishing that

Wisdom cries out in the streets:
“Be content with what you have.”

But the foolish keep on despising
truth that could save their lives.

Temple

The golden pillars stretch up into the sky

They glimmer and shimmer with radiant light

Ahead the steps lead up towards a porch with an altar

A basin with cleansing water and a place to burn sweet incense

Thick clouds starts rolling in through the pillars

I wash my hands, cleanse my heart

Offering my worship like a sweet fragrance

Lifting up my hands, heart and eyes to heaven

I welcome His Spirit to enter His temple

Offering a sacrifice of praise

For He is worthy and I am His dwelling place

I wriggle out of my old covering like a snake sheds his dead skin

Shedding old mindsets, man made traditions and beliefs

Embracing the new creation that wants to burst out through me

Being overshadowed with glory and filled with joy

His temple on earth entering His temple in Heaven

Little One.

I’m so in love with you
Little one
With your big eyes
Little one
That look right into me
Little one
With a smile of delight
Little one
I delight in you too
Little one
Your features so unique
Little one
Your life so fragile
Little one
But your spirit so strong
Little one
You are a part of me
Little one
Even when your not in me
Little one
As your sleepy eyes close
Little one
I know I’d give my life up for you
Little one
I want you to have the best
Little one
I want you always to be loved
Little one
For you are my Little One.

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Seeking

If you seek
You will find
But only if you seek
Where it can be found
Seeking to be wanted
Loved, cherished…
By any other than Eternal Love
Will leave you rejected
Unappreciated, unnoticed
Rarely does another person
Read the thoughts of your soul
Rarely another person focuses
On you in pure unselfish love
Pure, unselfish love that flows
From the Father of love
Is the only water that can quench
The longing in your soul
To be loved, accepted, known…
Only He can fully do that

Zephaniah 3:16
The Lord your God is with you.
He is mighty to save.
He will take great delight in you
He will quiet you with His love
He rejoices over you with singing.

Not just when you do good
Not just when you get it right
Not just when you don’t sin
Not just when you have it all together
Not just when your not down
Not just when you are perfect….

All the time…twenty four seven…

His love never fails…

Expectations

There is this little thing
Called expectations
No one really thinks about
Them too hard
They are woven into the fabric
Of our hearts
Family, culture, perceptions
Experiences all play a part
The worst thing is
How easily they can crush
The hope inside
That you are more than enough

The little girl on the playground
Expecting friends and acceptance
For the beautiful princess she is
Discovering she is not included
In the ranks of those who made it

Slowly but surely her expectations change
Till she expects to be rejected
Expects to fail
The young woman gets married
She hates to dissapoint
Her fear of failing his expectations
Failing her own expectations
Enough to drive her into hiding

When will they let her go
Their strangle hold
So she can soar high and free
No expectations to bind her heart
Or could she live up to
Only one expectation
The one that whispers
Your more than enough
Your worth is not found
In meeting expectations