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I first saw her 25 years ago when she sashayed down the aisle of the airplane in a white (and what I learned later was her favourite, Maggie Shepherd) dress. (Yes I really used the word ‘sashayed’). We chatted at the layover and then again in the lobby of the hotel where we were all staying. Several years my senior, belief systems poles apart, different lifestyles and backgrounds but somehow an instant connection.
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Over the years I have mostly dreaded going along to work functions. First as a shy young wife, then as the much younger wife of a new director and then as the wife not of the same ethnicity as the rest of the wives being the only one who didn’t get her shoes and jewellery made at the same places. Haven’t had many work do’s of late… tho this group has been the easiest I’ve ever spent time with…
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Change is a constant. Change within the walls of home is a constant. The building years are different to the years I find we’re in now. I don’t know what to call these years yet, but at the start its about pulling together a home. Nesting, collecting. Now it’s different.
Continue reading “The shape of family”
I have not yet come down from the happy cloud I’ve been on this last day and a half. Very tired, very content.
Continue reading “First family wedding”
Several times a week Miss 5 chooses some stories and hops on my bed for our (little, variable, frequent but not regular) story, sing-song and prayer time. A few nights ago the books we landed with were Noah’s Ark and a Collection of Fairy Tales.
Continue reading “Parenting in the slipstream”
I love spending time with people who are enthusiastic or optimistic in ways that are different to mine. Like Pop Rocks candy, my brain fairly fizzes with delight as I listen and watch… “You see it like that?!”, “you react like that?!”, “you handle it like that?!” Love learning new ways!
(This was a “VSP” – very short post 🙂 )
About 5 years ago I stopped going to church. This wasn’t the same as when I was 19 and stopped going… at 19 I wanted to avoid His presence (and His people). At 40 something I wanted to soak in His presence but I felt closer to Him getting about my day at home than by being in church.
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I have tried for so many years to get things right. Still do in many ways but there was a specific moment in time when I not only knew God was God over muddles and imperfection and it was that moment the striving stopped. Things were a muddle. I couldn’t unmuddle it. And I finally threw myself into His bigness, full of need and the most honest I’d probably ever been with myself.
This was a VSP – Very Short Post 🙂
My Nanna was pretty unique.
She’s been gone a good long while but I had cause to think of her today.
I went to help a friend with something this morning. It took a bit of time but the thing itself wasn’t a big deal to me because it was dealing with stuff I understood. For her though, she’d got into a muddle and a slump and couldn’t see her way through.
I felt like that recently when future SIL rescued me from a techno problem which had me ready to scream, but which was second nature to him. 🙂
Shopping at our nearest shopping centre today (Midland Gate) when I ran into someone I have immense respect for. We didn’t sing and we didn’t pray, but we did have Church right there as we talked. It’s nearly 6 years since I stood in the almost exact same place having church with one friend, and then another, and another – like a group skydive – each grabbing hold of the other as they floated by ‘by chance’.
Continue reading “Portable church”