Undoing

Once upon a time there was a girl who repented, and determined to never again fail her Lord in the manner of presuming upon His later forgiveness.

Problem was that her white knuckled determination to do the right thing became its own heavy yoke.

She forgot her Jesus wanted to share His strength to her so she soldiered and she soldiered until one day –

– she couldn’t.

And then she saw Him waiting to share. And she let Him.

Now her repentance says something like:

“Oh Lord I’m sorry.
I can’t undo [ – fill in the blank -] and I can’t not need your blood regardless of how I try to put things right, or work at living right.
Whatever you say now… I want to do.
I want to hear you.
My resolutions and determined ways of pleasing you might even have made me miss what you were saying.
My resolutions and determined ways of making sure I didn’t disappoint you were a distraction – and a weight you didn’t mean for me.
Oh Lord, thankyou for waiting.
I want to hear and be where your Life Words are”.

Oasis

oasis

I was reading through some old journals when I came to something beautiful I’d written down – that Rod had said a little over a year ago – in reference to our eldest son who is due to graduate Shalom House on Saturday this week.

This is the quote – “Cal is in an oasis which will become a garden…”

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It’s been a While!

Hey there! Just letting you know I havent fallen off the planet during Covid! What an odd time it’s been for all (at the mild end of that spectrum) and for me, the slow down of life was rather wonderful, and part of that has resulted in much thought about what to maintain from the slow-down, and what to put back in place.

The bulk of this post is in graphics form, and was prepared for a discussion in a small gathering of friends as things began opening up again and it was discovered that some of us felt a bit rebellious about the previous level of busy-ness. (The ladies that came were those who commented within a specific thread on my Facebook page). I had been going to add explanatory notes between the graphics but have decided you can use them as your own thought prompts, rather than me stepping them through – because things other than time management are primary on my heart today so that is my time management choice to honour that 😉

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*Maya

I started getting to know *Maya about 18 months ago and here is a *post from her heart just this week. Gosh I love this girl. For who she is and the light of *Whose* she is that shines.

There’s a joy that encompasses and moves with and flows out of her. And it’s not that she doesn’t still know hard times, but she knows The King who is bigger, Who came and got her, and Who walks with her daily.

There was something about this joy of hers that sang to me when I first saw her. Inaudible but un-ignorable.

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Body Jewellery

When the nurse showed me the speci-jar containing the gall stones they’d removed – they were exactly the colour of gravel with similar shapes in graded in sizes as they’d nested alongside each other as they grew for many years… the size of conkers all the way down to a dehydrated pea. When our kids teacher brought hers to school for the kindy kids post-surgery, they were all pea sized and gravel coloured. When a friend had hers out – they were chick-pea size, faceted, greenish/brownish, similar sized – and pretty – like beads!

Would I have worn them?

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From Offence to Fragrance

I’m not much of an outdoorsy person nor much of a pet/animals person so spending time on an uncles farm as a kid had very clear boundaries of interest/tolerance to me. I was always happy to go see cousins but one of the main functions of the farm was the pig shed which to me had an aromatic ‘do not cross this line’ force-field around it which I neverevereverever could pass though. Even eating bacon (which I love) beyond a certain thickness has associative memories of steak-thick bacon at breakfast on the farm = pig shed smell/bacon origins, that I cannot cross to this day.

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