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The left over garlic butter accidentally made its way into the Anzac biscuits we were sharing with our South African guests that day. They loved them anyway and wanted the recipe emailed – but that wasn’t the main reason I remember that picnic.
Continue reading “Passing the baton”
You know that scene in Bruce Almighty where Bruce is driving along asking God for a sign and there are all these neon and traffic signs along the road telling him what he needs to know but he doesn’t recognise the signs as imminently relevant to him? I often think of that scene… And today for extra reason.
Today I did something that reaches something close to the pinnacle of ditzyest kinds of things I’ve ever done and all the way along there were signs that I missed.
I had a folder of papers to take miss 13 to the bank and afterward went to the ladies room. I put it down thinking “must not forget. Must not forget”. And forgot.
Sign number one. Nothing in my hands when leaving.
Went to KMart where we were served by one of Miss 13’s friends who told us she had heard our name over the PA system. It made no sense and I didn’t try to figure it out.
Sign number two.
Got in car looking forward to the rest of our day, speaking of having been to the bank.
Didn’t notice absent folder. Sign number three.
Spent our day and got a call later at Harbour Town letting me know someone had found the folder and handed it in.
Sign number four which changes tack. The first three signs are either signs that Heather is a forgetful ditz. Or that my subconscious was trying to tell me something. Or that God was whispering but my head was too busy to pay attention.
Sign four certainly got it. God was paying attention where I wasn’t and enabled this folder to be safe.
Sign five – Mr 17 was nearby and able to go and collect it.
Sign six – Miss R at the desk is known to our family 🙂 so I felt as though the folder had been is super special safe keeping all day.
Sign seven is that Heather needs to pay closer attention to the things she does and/or make some new strategies to catch herself on future possible similar disasters.
Sign eight is that Someone Else was paying attention better than I was myself. He doesn’t always save us from the consequences of our own creation but today for me , He did.
And I am so very grateful.
Perspectives and misunderstandings are fascinating. I used to say regularly at bedtime to one of our boys when they were little “I love you to bits”. One night he looked so sad so I paused at his door and he said “Mummy, why do you only love me two bits?” It’s not just what we say, it’s how we get heard, and how we get heard depends only partially on what we say.
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”
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”
When it’s not asked for and not given.
When it is asked for and not given.
When it’s not asked for and IS given.
When it’s asked for and given.
All are possible, some more likely, the asking and the giving can be longed for by the other, though none willing to take the first step.
Have you ever heard a parent say “my child doesn’t lie”? They are wrong.
Continue reading “Is it a lie or a fabrication?!”