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October 5, 2015January 25, 2019

Of Wardrobes and Gratitude

I hid in the wardrobe and listened to their worried voices calling my name.

“Heather? Heather! Where are you?! Where IS she?”

I’d never climbed in there before. This was a one-off. I remember drawing my knees up under my chin, feeling the clothes against my face and drawing the solid sliding door closed to within an inch or so – the most shut I could make it while curling my 10 year old fingers around the edge from the inside.

August 18, 2015January 25, 2019

Scary prayers

Reasons God doesn’t answer our prayers. The standard human responses to that question are that He will answer with either a ‘yes’, a ‘no’, or a ‘wait’. There have been many prayers I’ve prayed that I have not seen the answers I desired to see. Many. Some I have still not reached a place of peace about… either because someone I love died, or because I’m still currently waiting and hoping.

August 13, 2015January 25, 2019

Red lights – Green Lights

I know I’m not the only person who has ever prayed or wished for green lights when I’m in a hurry somewhere. But it was a wonderful friend and mentor Elaine McGrath, who maaaaaaaaaany years ago at a mothers group I used to attend said the words “God sends the red lights too”.

July 31, 2015January 25, 2019

Gran’ma and her prayers

I only have one memory of spending one on one time with my Gran’ma. I have heaps and heaps of wider family memories, but just the one with her by myself. I must have been in primary school at the time as I was left with her for the day while I was sick and Mum had to go do something. I was looking at a piece of her handwriting and noticed the differences between her style of cursive and my own. I loved the old fashioned ‘f’s’ and ‘t’s’ and ‘r’s’ in particular and got her to show me how to form them. She sat so patiently with me and showed me over and over and over how to do them, until I got the flow of it and from that day forward, I started incorporating what she taught me into the way I wrote. The extra curls and swirls were much more artistic than the way that I knew.

July 11, 2015January 30, 2019

Sometimes the forgiv-EN

Have you ever noticed that all the internet quotes on forgiveness only ever seem to focus on one side of the coin? They say things like “unless you can forgive you won’t move on” and how forgiveness frees the one who forgives from bitterness etc etc etc. I do agree with them but they only present one side of a coin – it’s almost as though we are all the forgivers and no-one causes the pains/offenses.

March 25, 2015January 25, 2019

Getting lost and found

Sometimes when we lose our way in life, it’s like we’ve been whacked with a 4′ x 2′ in one of those old cartoons where the poor critter staggers about for a bit seeing stars and then comes to their senses quite quickly. Other times – the way has been lost incrementally, degree by degree over time without particular notice, but then one day something jolts us awake – and we find we are nowhere that we would have chosen to be – had we seen the end from the beginning.

January 4, 2015January 25, 2019

Soul cleanse

I would never begin a project if I knew it was going to take me five years to complete. For goodness sake, I’ve never even finished knitting a scarf!

Most would be familiar with what the words ‘colon cleanse’ represent, right? Well, something similar in a non-physical manner of speaking, is a ‘soul cleanse’, which happened to me when our teeny grandson came and went within the space of 22 days.

January 2, 2015January 25, 2019

Fertility – a forgotten word

I had a long conversation about a decade ago with a female doctor (a fertility specialist) as we were each interested to hear what the other thought on some corresponding issues.

November 25, 2014January 25, 2019

Pandora

Unlike Pandora, it wasn’t curiosity that made me open the box. I had prayed for either peace or revealing. The box was open when I found it, and there was a revealing. In and of itself, it was an answer to prayer.

August 21, 2014January 31, 2019

Enough love?

Ever since Miss 6 was born she’s had several ‘other mothers’ – namely her 3 older sisters, but this comment is about the elder one of 9 years.

So many times when Miss 6 was a baby, Miss Then Nine would sidle up quietly beside me as we went rushing out the door and say “Don’t worry about a bag Mum, I’ve packed some nappies and wipes and a change of clothes…”