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If a child of yours needed a kidney, or bone marrow, and yours was a match, you would do it wouldn’t you?… Recently in a bit of a health scare for a child of ours (make that a health issue in which I got scared – it doesn’t take much to go from 0-10 in my scale of potential for disaster) I found myself thinking – if I could take this for them, instead of them – I would.
Continue reading “Would I die for you?”
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.
Continue reading “Getting lost and found”
When Lauren (our oldest daughter) was about 4 we went on a camp for kids aged 6-16 as helpers. Her ever-loved and slightly tatty “Mousey” went with us. One hot summers day – it got lost. The preciousness of Mousey dictated that Lauren’s days steps be retraced (multiple times) and that the entire campsite be searched.
Continue reading “The preciousness of Mousey”
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.