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Saturday’s hair fail was by no means in the same league as The Great Orange Fringe Disaster of ’87, but it wasn’t one of my finest pieces of handiwork either. I bought what I assumed would be a light brown to just colour over the greys and faded foils in my already dark brown hair – happily and hurriedly applied it, wrapped my head in glad wrap (as you do) and went about my merry way for the next half hour.
Continue reading “Disasters of differing proportions”
A verse I’ve been thinking on a bit this holidays is Malachi 3:16
Years ago I made a new friend when she shifted to the hills, came to our church and asked our then minister for someone to meet and pray with… he put her in touch with me and we became deep, instant and now longtime friends as we met together to pray every fortnight or so for several years. Our third was a baby when we met, and she came and prayed and chatted and folded washing with me through the births of the next 3 kids.
Continue reading “A different kind of prayer”
Have you ever known a person engaged in the heat of verbal battle to flip sides?
Me either.
I had a conversation a few years ago about how ‘small talk’ drove me bananas… one of the things said by the other person was that ‘small talk’ was actually incredibly important.
Imagine a world without “Hi” and “how are you”? Without chatting over the weather or other safe topics? While its true that I love deeeeeeep deeeeeeeeeeep chats, I’m so glad we had that one as it has given me food for thought and reasons to notice more detail.
Continue reading “Shallow to deep”
Did anyone celebrate Christmas today?
Until about two minutes ago – I had never ever wondered about the word ‘nativity’. I was looking at the Calendar of Days below and saw that today is “Epiphany” or “Twelfth Night” – and since I didn’t really know what they were, looked them up and found myself wondering about “nativity’ as well. It’s a word that’s become such a part of Christmas I’d never thought about it having a meaning separate to that.
Continue reading “Nativity means…?”
This is my wedding ring. It has lived on my hand for nearly 29 years.
I don’t know if you can see how bent out of shape it is – this happened on a day a little over 20 years ago when I did a heap of gardening… leaning heavily on a shovel, edging the lawn borders.
Continue reading “Two stage memorial”
Miss 6 came into the room a little while ago and got my instant attention when she said “Mum, I got some of the warning signs today”.
Having been at a party with play equipment and tunnels and hidden spaces and older unknown children – I had a couple of warning signs myself.
Continue reading “Never touch a walrus”
Today was such a conglomeration of sights and thoughts… one tangent I found myself on took place after I dropped my Dad and Mum at the hospital (Dad is having surgery) was on healing.
I went off thinking how awful it would be if our bodies NEVER healed. If we got sick and stayed sick and if we got cut or bruised and never repaired. We’d all truly look like zombies. A speckled zombie in my case since I had measles AND chicken pox as a kid.
Not in fact a morbid line of thought as I was thinking on the Psalm 103 where it is talking about the Lord “who heals all your diseases”. While it’s not quite the intent of the verse, it led me to be thoughtful and grateful for the fact that in so many cases our bodies are made to heal.
We recover from wounds, both cuts and bones knit back together and headaches go away. NO not in every case, and yes we age and the healing gets slower till we all don’t heal of SOMEthing… but at every moment of every day, every one of us are healing and repairing from a variety of things, all without our own effort or decision.
Amazing. Multiple miracles happening inside every person.
When I was a teenager working in my main place of employment there was a dude who worked in a different department who utterly scared the whoops out of me within my first week or two. I saw him frequently around the place and others in my department always walked with me through a certain section where he was known to often be. And if I was alone I always walked the loooong way round.
Continue reading “Long range fright”
*Every Friday afternoon I dash about madly trying to get ready for the weekend and trying to get the weeks washing hung before dinner time. On Friday afternoons I find myself thinking on the Jewish women of old, and the Jewish women of today who still live this way – all busily preparing for the Sabbath, getting all the work done by sundown the end of the 6th day, bringing in the 7th, the day of rest till sundown 24 hours later.
Continue reading “Prophetic spotlight”