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I disagree with Edward De Bono who says God cannot have a sense of humour since humour is based on surprise. While surprise is a factor, so is delight, and so it’s a good thing I’m convinced God does indeed have a sense of humour or I’d be wriggling in at the irreverence of how Rod says grace from time to time.
Continue reading “Mr Super-Thinker, I disagree with you”
“Her arms are strong for her tasks” is the proverb that usually comes to mind when I bring in arm loads of shopping. Tonight I find myself HANDWASHING the uniforms and load that Didn’t wash in the machine which is not spinning and it’s relevant again.
Continue reading “Proverbs 31 thoughts”
“No sympathy”
These were the strange words an older friend and mentor said to me in a set of unusual circumstances.
Driving our then 6 kids to school one winter morning we passed a teenage boy walking down Toodyay Rd in a most bedraggled fashion. Freezing and pouring. An area where there are no houses for miles in any direction.
Continue reading “The hitch-hiker who wasn’t.”
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.
Continue reading “She sashayed down the aisle”
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…
Continue reading “Evening friends”
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.
Continue reading “Stop-start church”