It's been a tough week! I'm on my knees. One too many things to do and not enough time to do them.
This week had the anniversary of one of our close friends dying. She was the same age as me, mum of three and God took her after a horrible eighteen months of treatment for lung cancer.
No matter what anyone says about her winning or finishing her race, being at peace, or having won her battle it still hurts like hell. I miss her and no matter how much I believe in God I'm still angry when I think of her because he took her away from us. We all prayed for healing and sat by her bedside for days bargaining and pleading, lots happened in our relationships and those of her family and with her and God but she still died. In human terms we have lost something so very precious and the multitude of emotions which accompany this I still cannot begin to understand or process.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
Girlie!
I forgot to mention in my previous post the reason why it's been so long since my last wibble.........
being an airhead chick I forgot my password!
My beautiful husband came to my rescue and sorted it all out with e mails and computer stuff which I find all very boring and have absolutely no understanding. Now this brought to mind me being a girl! I know I set women's lib back by years in some ways because I just love being a girl! I like it when a man holds a door open for me or moderates his language because I'm within earshot, I firmly believe that their are "boy jobs" (putting the bins out, everything to do with cars, anything mechanical and lifting heavy things) and "girl jobs", (cleaning, cooking, ironing, shopping and organising) . I also love it when men "look after" us girls , those little things like scraping the car when its icy, making special coffee after meals, being a shoulder to cry on , a big hug when we need one and generally building us up when we're feeling a bit snowed under.
BUT...............
I hate it when anyone assumes we can't/won't do something because we're girls. And just because we can doesn't mean we should.
I do girlie things because God made me a girl. I love being a girl. My man loves me because I'm a girl. GOD MADE US DIFFERENT. Apart from the obvious anatomical minnie/winkie thing we're so very different on the inside.
Girls lets be girls God made us girls lets be proud of that. This in no way demeans who we are or what we stand for or believe in.
Now my car, it's an estate, it's full of rubbish , kids clothes and half eaten food. I have pink fluffy dice in the window and a "Princess on board" sticker in the window. I drive within the speed limits and in the middle lane on the motorway, my parking is terrible and I listen to the Corrs. But, I love cars and speed. Under that dirt encrusted exterior is a awesome V8 4.4l engine which can do 0 - 60 in under 7 seconds.
I was driving home from a church meeting one Sunday when a young man wearing dark shades pulled up alongside me at some traffic lights. His windows were down and his music was extremely loud. He revved his engine and his very big exhaust made a very low rumbling and his spoiler thingy shook like mad. He looked across and I dread to think what he was thinking as I sat there in my mum jeans, muffin top visible over my short t shirt (shrunk in wash, not a trend thing) trying to find Radio 4. And then it happened, that feeling I get when I think someone has made a judgement on what they perceive and not on the truth. The traffic lights went to amber he revved, I waited, GREEN ..........I floored it left him standing but not before smiling sweetly when I really wanted to give him the bird! Left him standing without breaking the speed limit!
Beaten by a mum in an estate! Assumptions..................................
I love being a girl!
being an airhead chick I forgot my password!
My beautiful husband came to my rescue and sorted it all out with e mails and computer stuff which I find all very boring and have absolutely no understanding. Now this brought to mind me being a girl! I know I set women's lib back by years in some ways because I just love being a girl! I like it when a man holds a door open for me or moderates his language because I'm within earshot, I firmly believe that their are "boy jobs" (putting the bins out, everything to do with cars, anything mechanical and lifting heavy things) and "girl jobs", (cleaning, cooking, ironing, shopping and organising) . I also love it when men "look after" us girls , those little things like scraping the car when its icy, making special coffee after meals, being a shoulder to cry on , a big hug when we need one and generally building us up when we're feeling a bit snowed under.
BUT...............
I hate it when anyone assumes we can't/won't do something because we're girls. And just because we can doesn't mean we should.
I do girlie things because God made me a girl. I love being a girl. My man loves me because I'm a girl. GOD MADE US DIFFERENT. Apart from the obvious anatomical minnie/winkie thing we're so very different on the inside.
Girls lets be girls God made us girls lets be proud of that. This in no way demeans who we are or what we stand for or believe in.
Now my car, it's an estate, it's full of rubbish , kids clothes and half eaten food. I have pink fluffy dice in the window and a "Princess on board" sticker in the window. I drive within the speed limits and in the middle lane on the motorway, my parking is terrible and I listen to the Corrs. But, I love cars and speed. Under that dirt encrusted exterior is a awesome V8 4.4l engine which can do 0 - 60 in under 7 seconds.
I was driving home from a church meeting one Sunday when a young man wearing dark shades pulled up alongside me at some traffic lights. His windows were down and his music was extremely loud. He revved his engine and his very big exhaust made a very low rumbling and his spoiler thingy shook like mad. He looked across and I dread to think what he was thinking as I sat there in my mum jeans, muffin top visible over my short t shirt (shrunk in wash, not a trend thing) trying to find Radio 4. And then it happened, that feeling I get when I think someone has made a judgement on what they perceive and not on the truth. The traffic lights went to amber he revved, I waited, GREEN ..........I floored it left him standing but not before smiling sweetly when I really wanted to give him the bird! Left him standing without breaking the speed limit!
Beaten by a mum in an estate! Assumptions..................................
I love being a girl!
Home Church
Happy New Year everyone!
I'd heard of home school and thought, hard work, lots of mess and absolutely no peace and quiet. I love my children dearly but the occasional quiet moment in our house is golden and I do not have the patience or the knowledge to impart the entire National Curriculum to our children in a calm and nurturing way!
Well this year has brought "Home Church" - I prepared in anticipation for last Sunday for the arrival of several families and their various offspring at 1030 for a meeting to decide how we wanted to "do church" in a small group setting in a home environment. Lasagne, mountains of garlic bread and numerous puddings prepared we were ready.....
The men coalesced around the Poole table and the testosterone started to flow, before long the Poole tournament had started. With lots of "helpful advice" from their wives and children the men battled it out.
Coffee/tea started flowing with lots cakes (Homemade of course because we are Christians!) the women started to talk as the children were siphoned off for some very loud and boisterous singing and bible stories in another room. By the time I emerged covered in paint a little dishevelled from hand painting with ten under 8's the other parents had arranged rotas for preparing bible studies with / without worship songs, food rota for eating together after every meeting and cake rotas for coffee time. It was all so organised and grown up. Several of the group announced they had done "home church" for all their younger years and guided everyone through the concept. We all ate dinner together, there was a flurry of activity and my kitchen was cleaner than when we had started , more coffee and tea, a girlie Poole tournament (all games took a great deal longer and provided much amusement for the males) and everyone slobbed and then wandered home just in time for tea.
So...... all my fears were unfounded, I was imagining long painful silences or worse still expressions of discontentment at being forced to change the format of "church", there was no lack of direction, there was no need to organise and delegate, there was no need to "encourage" involvement in the rota's it just happened.
How awesome is that, it challenged me that I say "we are the church" and then I'm amazed the things we can achieve when we are left on our own. People who normally sit on the sidelines emerged as efficient organisers, shy but gifted bible scholars and excellent hosts!
How many of us have criticised "the church" for not providing what we want and not meeting our perceived needs when we have felt not part of the group? now we have the chance to discover what we want and how we can make it happen. We have been released to find out what being part of the church really is and we find ourselves naturally drawn to meeting together and sharing everything from burnt garlic bread to intimate counsel!
AWESOME!
I'd heard of home school and thought, hard work, lots of mess and absolutely no peace and quiet. I love my children dearly but the occasional quiet moment in our house is golden and I do not have the patience or the knowledge to impart the entire National Curriculum to our children in a calm and nurturing way!
Well this year has brought "Home Church" - I prepared in anticipation for last Sunday for the arrival of several families and their various offspring at 1030 for a meeting to decide how we wanted to "do church" in a small group setting in a home environment. Lasagne, mountains of garlic bread and numerous puddings prepared we were ready.....
The men coalesced around the Poole table and the testosterone started to flow, before long the Poole tournament had started. With lots of "helpful advice" from their wives and children the men battled it out.
Coffee/tea started flowing with lots cakes (Homemade of course because we are Christians!) the women started to talk as the children were siphoned off for some very loud and boisterous singing and bible stories in another room. By the time I emerged covered in paint a little dishevelled from hand painting with ten under 8's the other parents had arranged rotas for preparing bible studies with / without worship songs, food rota for eating together after every meeting and cake rotas for coffee time. It was all so organised and grown up. Several of the group announced they had done "home church" for all their younger years and guided everyone through the concept. We all ate dinner together, there was a flurry of activity and my kitchen was cleaner than when we had started , more coffee and tea, a girlie Poole tournament (all games took a great deal longer and provided much amusement for the males) and everyone slobbed and then wandered home just in time for tea.
So...... all my fears were unfounded, I was imagining long painful silences or worse still expressions of discontentment at being forced to change the format of "church", there was no lack of direction, there was no need to organise and delegate, there was no need to "encourage" involvement in the rota's it just happened.
How awesome is that, it challenged me that I say "we are the church" and then I'm amazed the things we can achieve when we are left on our own. People who normally sit on the sidelines emerged as efficient organisers, shy but gifted bible scholars and excellent hosts!
How many of us have criticised "the church" for not providing what we want and not meeting our perceived needs when we have felt not part of the group? now we have the chance to discover what we want and how we can make it happen. We have been released to find out what being part of the church really is and we find ourselves naturally drawn to meeting together and sharing everything from burnt garlic bread to intimate counsel!
AWESOME!
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