The Resurrection Year Countdown Has Begun! Join the Photo Competition
Countdown Day 8
In just 8 days my new book Resurrection Year: Turning Broken Dreams into New Beginnings will be released worldwide (Tuesday May 28). As we countdown to launch day, each day this week I will post a photo. Each photo will be taken from Merryn’s and my life. Each photo will relate to a chapter in the memoir.
Think you can work out what each image means?
The Competition
Of course, you’ll discover the relevance of each picture when you read Resurrection Year. But why not have some fun in the meantime?
- The image above relates to chapter 1
- Tell me in the comments section below what you think it means
- I won’t tell you whether you’re right or wrong. Instead…
- The most creative or insightful answer will win an ebook (PDF)Â copy of Resurrection Year!
Have a Go!
What is the relevance of the photo above to Resurrection Year, broken dreams and new beginnings? Tell me now
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May 20, 2013
Margaret Calvert
The shadows are oppressive, the darkness crowds you in, you are drawn to the light, it promises hope. But the light is illusional drawing you deeper into the shadows that threaten to crush you. The hope the light offers is all you have you follow it.
Sheridan Voysey
Wow, Margaret – you’re good 🙂
Lucy J
Fog. Mystery or Misery? Are we moving towards it, through the wilderness, through a forest of options, or is it moving towards us?
Singed by experience, blackening hope, we yearn to stand strong and reach for the light…
Sheridan Voysey
Poetic! Love it.
EBJ
Phew, I thought a little electric chainsaw was coming out, sorry Sheridan. I think this sort of view is lost in the fog of life or thoughts or pressures of current situation. You can’t see through the fog or the trees and are thinking there is no way out. But to trust in God and in the end he will get you through.
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Sheridan Voysey
No chainsaw this time 🙂 (you have to be a friend of mine on Facebook to work out this cryptic reference!)
angie
The Picture denotes-My(our) Life (lives)is surrounded by uncertainty. I think I can see what the future holds…but it seems delusional. Will I ever see the light clearly as I /we once saw , before all this came to be!
Sheridan Voysey
Nice one, Angie. As mentioned above, I won’t say whether any statement is ‘correct’ or not, but I am enjoying these reflections very much.
Angie
So this and day 3 did it…thanks Sheridan…perhaps I must consider doing some writing too…..thanks again for this very creative idea for your book launch!
Hope to see many, many more…..
Glenda
Hope in the cold morning.
Sheridan Voysey
Thanks Glenda.
Jeanette O'Hagan
Ten years in the wilderness – shrouded by mist, no clear path in sight, no obvious direction, God seems distant, faraway and silent, the landscape closes in, pressing down until all energy and hope is sapped – soon all that seems real is the wilderness and we are disillusioned and lost.
Sheridan Voysey
You should be a writer, Jenny. Oh, wait… 🙂
Jeanette O'Hagan
LOL Sheridan 🙂
Jill Samera
Tall trees of hope, broken branches, fear. It is all here. A walk in the woods, a glimpse of the promised land and God’s hand upon your dreams, unseen.
Meandering through the wilderness of hope, hand in hand, joined by fear and courage you breathe the air and choose to believe, somehow, that God is here. Creation shouts His name, this is clear.
Tears hover as mist amidst the ache of dry tree bones as flesh is torn and fear turns to despair. Does He even care?
Longing for treasure you tread hand in hand, this wilderness land. God in the air and expectation. Surely He is here. Why the fear?
Glimpses of light are not looking bright. Hesitation peeps like a well dressed wolf from behind each tree. ‘Hope deferred makes the heart sick.’ Lord where is Your lamp?
Leaves crunch under foot like broken glass.
Sheridan Voysey
Just beautiful, Jill.
Garry Bourke
The ethereal quality of poignant, personal dreams, seemingly almost within reach, but always tantalisingly just beyond our reach, and just beyond our horizon of vision. They are not yet real, and perhaps may never be! The blackened trunks suggest that a fire has destroyed almost everything in its path, but there is the ever present hope that out of the crucible of torment, fear and crushed hopes and dreams, new life and new growth will spring up where all seems lost! Death is the sina qua non for new life.
Angie
i love your description! The words -perfect!
Garry Bourke
Can there be unanticipated new life that springs from the “crucible” of the destruction of poignant, heartfelt dreams? Is not the night darkest just before the Sun rises?
Sheridan Voysey
And perhaps that anticipation is simply beyond us while the night is still dark. Great thoughts, Gary.
Garry Bourke
Thanks Sheridan. I love the poetic possibilities of this “fun task”.
Ladybirdrock
Ladybird Rock Wilderness
experience. It’s actually pretty confusing & scary navigating
through scrub/forest when there is no path to guide you. You can only
trust… but it can feel disheartening.
Sheridan Voysey
Poignant.
Anonymous
Hm, Chapter 1, well, it must be about an origin, a beginning… so, no doubt this is the enchanted forest in a land unknown to geographers, where you first saw Merryn and fell in love. It was dawn. You were walking through this magical forest talking with the Lord , pondering your destiny, wrestling with the big questions, when suddenly she emerged from the mist, barefoot, wearing a flowing white Galadriel-style dress and a gold, elven tiara, a la Elrond.
“Have you found the answer?”, she asked, cryptically.
“No, not yet, I’m looking for my mobile phone, I dropped it in the creek over yonder”, you lied, flustered by her shining beauty.
She saw straight through you and laughed disarmingly. Relieved, you began to chat with her about the meaning of the universe.
The rest is history.
Sheridan Voysey
The question is: how do you know all this, Clare? Merryn and I thought we were alone in the woods that day. You were… you were… spying on us!
Anonymous
🙂 indeed… mwahahahaaa…
Grace Merrells
Somewhere nearby is a motel, a chinese restaurant and a little supermarket with almost empty shelves. Its Christmas and you are part way between family and home.
Sheridan Voysey
Perhaps, perhaps. Or maybe this photo was shot just outside of a little city called Perth… 🙂