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.
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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.
Continue reading “W.A. – Some year 11/12 Home Ed options”Chambers of our lives
“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
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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.
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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.
Continue reading “Miss 10 and a poet converse in the sun”The disconcerting thing about that image
The slightly disconcerting thing about the graphic above is that I wrote that story at about age 6, and all but the last page of it has come to be – and in the order it is written. Now perhaps theres some prophetic license being entered into here but this little story has long caused mirth in our family. It was first read out at my 21st – married then for 18 months and no kids in sight for a while – all those babies were ficticious hilarity but even then it was noted that I had indeed:
Continue reading “The disconcerting thing about that image”Judgement – don’t be like Sam
I once met a mum I knew at the shops whose teenage son was wearing a T shirt with an image I’d have liked to paint ball. My brain went into meltdown and I hurried my little people by as quickly as I could.
Continue reading “Judgement – don’t be like Sam”Knowing who to listen to
Sometimes I wish Jesus had said more. Those red lettered words in the Bible really don’t seem to take up that much space. But I suppose that God figured it was enough, and in combination with it being a Living word and the help of the Holy Spirit it really is enough. (But I still often wish there was more 🤔)
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