It is a very good thing that God isn’t like me. My interest in raising these tomatoes lasted longer than in my usual horticultural efforts, but it still waned. After a couple of months I was forgetful and busier in other directions and sure as you like, I forgot to keep watering, checking, restaking. Thankfully Rod noticed my usual gardening habits had kicked in and he picked up on the watering so they didn’t die but their yield won’t be as big as if I’d maintained more thorough care in the early weeks.
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The One to Whom it belongs
I came across a clip the other day exploring the meaning of the Hebrew word for ‘placenta’. I don’t know if it’s a bit of a stretch but having done some of my own scratching around I do find it plausible. The word in Hebrew is “shilyah” and it covers not only the placenta but also the afterbirth/umbilical cord and is also used as “toward her young one”.
‘Shilyah’ is a compound word made of “shil” (Shilo) and “Yah”.
‘Shilo’ means: “The one to whom it belongs”.
“Yah” (or Jah) being: a short form of Yahweh the proper name of God Hebrew Bible.
So what?
Referring to the entire contents of the womb, the products of conception… “Shilyah – The One to whom it belongs – Yahweh”
Conflict
I often have said and heard other say how much they *hate* conflict and I never once ever have heard anyone say they like it.
Continue reading “Conflict”Wrong interpretation but perfect illustration
Sitting down to lunch with a friend recently, we were talking about how we need to pay attention to our feelings, but to be careful how we interpret them as if we interpret incorrectly, we can make damaging decisions and false moves.
Continue reading “Wrong interpretation but perfect illustration”W.A. – Some year 11/12 Home Ed options
I started home schooling our youngest two (of 7) kids when they were in years 2 and 10 so I spent a good deal of time that first year (2015) researching ideas to round out our year 10 daughters education/experience/resume and plan for her upper school years. Here is some of what I found.
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“300 roses” is what I was told it would take to practice before I’d be able to paint a good rose. This was in the days when folk art was the craft phase of choice and the person who told me was my teacher. I was quite lunatic about this phase and would shift my stuff to the laundry when the table was needed for dinner and dash between kitchen and laundry to keep working on my projects in between the stages of cooking dinner. Pretty sure there were some burnt chops in that season of life.
Continue reading “Chambers of our lives”A story, some snobs and a Samaritan
A young friend, new to the Bible asked for help understanding the context of the story of The Good Samaritan… here’s what I wrote for her interspersed with the story itself
Continue reading “A story, some snobs and a Samaritan”Comfort in the cracks
Violets are to me, a happy childhood flower. The proper purple ones, not the variegated ones. I know their scent isn’t everyone’s ‘thing’, but to me the scent represents happy, uncomplicated, sunshine filled days with my mum.
Continue reading “Comfort in the cracks”Miss 10 and a poet converse in the sun
By a string of peculiar circumstances, little Miss 10 found herself in a long conversation with an elderly gentleman in which the pair of them were completely engaged and the delight in their voices was heard even when the words themselves weren’t audible to me. I longed to be part of it but did not want to shift the balance in this sunshiny place so I kept myself at a distance.
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