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Whatever we do, however we do it ultimately we simply continue to be ourselves. This is a blog of my everyday life and the wonders that I have found in simply being me as I allow God to simply be God.

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January 25, 2024

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Are you getting your five a day?

February 02, 2012

So it's 2.30am and unlike other nights in the last few weeks I haven't been having nightmares which is a relief. I do have strange dreams alot however and it was one the other night that prompted me to blog albeit at such a ridiculous time of night/morning! I won't go through all the wierd and wonderful details (the fact that I had springy shoes or that I was at a school handing out food for lunch) but the main part of the dream was a one liner which I woke up with the following morning and which has stayed with me throughout the day. In my dream I had been talking to someone about a life change that I'm going through regarding work and she said the following "you need to eat less fat and more fruit and veg." Now I happen to be on a diet in real life but as I woke up I was accutely aware that this was about my spiritual life and not my eating habits and it got me thinking- am I getting my five a day? And if so, what are they? I hate to admit it but I...

Daddy waits with me.

April 20, 2012

This isn't going to be long. Or particularly monumental. I am writing it at 6.30am as I have been waiting since 2.30am for the neighbours to turn their club music off. Which they did- about 20 mins ago.... I just feel like I'm waiting. For everything. I'm not going to outline it all but you know what I mean. The little things that don't bother anyone else but niggle you and leave you feeling discontented on a daily basis for no real reason. The medium things that everyone waits for; important post, are we going to have enough money, will the washing up ever be COMPLETELY done... and the huge things that you share between you and those you love, which can leave you breathless as you recieve them and render you senseless when you don't. But a wonderful friend wrote a poem this week which she shared with me and most of it hurt like hell (as waiting can do) but the end was like a soothing balm. Daddy waits with you.

A duck in a dartboard.

June 24, 2012

Many years ago I went on a TFG (Twyford Fellowship Group) weekend. This is no big deal, I went on loads but on this partciular one we were experimenting with prophecy. I seem to remember we had alot of pictures of sausages and other amusing sources of prophecy (which all amazingly meant something to someone) but I had a picture of a duck in a dartboard. Stay with me :0) The thing about throwing a duck in a dartboard is it isn't really very effective. Obviously I haven't ever tried but I can imagine that there would be quite alot of resistant from said bird and the pub owners (or wherever your dartboard is located) may be resistant to you bringing birds into their establishment in the first place, but the main point is a duck isn't fit for purpose (had to get the middle management speak in there somewhere). In order to score a bullseye you need a dart. I had an amazing but sobering picture this morning -possibly 20 years on from that prophecy but least said about that ...