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Stumbling in – with a Smile and a half decent glass of Champagne

1 Jan

That’s it!
We’re in!!

For better, for worse, there’s nothing we can do about it… let’s stumble into it together, hand in hand and holding tight to the Saviour and Lover and Creator of each one of us.
After all he is the beginning and the end, and everything in between.
He knows all that we don’t yet know.
The good, the bad, the ugly; the triumphs and the sorrows.
So let’s stumble in, trusting that He has enough grace for us to face everything He has planned for us…and to be victorious in it all.
I, for one, am excited…
First stop: Australia, for two weeks holiday in the sun with one of my all-time besties…. Can it get any better!!?!

We think, quite possibly, not.




23 Oct


I painted my first canvas today.
It’s beautiful – because God painted it through me.
I am totally ecstatic about this new thing…..

Yes, YET another new thing!!

I am beside myself with excitement to have discovered another way of expressing my love for Him, my joy to be alive – and my deep desire to see people come to know Him and be set free by Him.

Thank you, Lord.
Oh – and thank you, James. What a godsend you are!!

I will post a picture of my painting once my gorgeous hubby’s birthday is out of the way and he has his present – wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise…. 😉

Although I suspect he has seen a photo of it on Facebook. But then I wouldn’t know about that now, would I.

Mummy Wisdom on Mother’s Day

10 Mar

Here is a little collection of quotes which all have something to do with being a mum.
Oh – There are a few ridiculously sentimental (and some, funny) posters thrown in for good measure too.
None of them are my own.
Which is probably why they’re so good 🙂

Maternal Love: a miraculous substance which God multiplies as he divides it. Victor Hugo


Love begins by taking care of the closest ones – the ones at home. Mother Teresa


Children reinvent your world for you. Susan Sarandon


Conran’s law of housework – it expands to fill the time + half an hour. Shirley Conran

It took me years to realise that every time I interrupted my mother to ask her to look at my homework, wash my clothes or find something that I’d lost, and she quietly laid aside whatever she was doing and gave me her full attention, she was displaying self-sacrifice and self-control of practically superhuman proportions.
Emily – 25


We can’t form our children on our own concepts; we must take them and love them as God gives them to us.


It is a fact of life that mums react badly to odd socks and dirty mugs.
Much pain and stress can be easily avoided by grasping this early on.
James – 30


You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for example.
Franklin Jones


Children are natural mimics who act like their parents despite every effort to teach them good manners.

Children today are tyrants.
They contradict their parents, gobble their food, and tyrannize their teachers.
Socrates (!!)

A family is a unit composed not only of children but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common cold.
Ogden Nash

Children seldom misquote you.
In fact they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn’t have said.


I am not young enough to know everything.
Oscar Wilde

It’s not only children who grow. Parents do too. As much as we watch to see what our children do with their lives, they are watching us to see what we do with ours.
Joyce Maynard

The potential possibilities of any child are the most intriguing
and stimulating in all creation.
Ray Wilbur


The best thing about my mother is her unwillingness to give up.
Sophie – 15

The intelligent mum takes care to have a few coping strategies in place.
Tea with friends is one of them.


The soul is healed by being with children.
Fyodor Dostoevsky

Home interprets heaven. Home is heaven for beginners.
Charles Parkhurst


Max Update

9 Apr

Today we took the boys to meet their new friend.
Max is still tiny but a lot more awake and bouncy than the last time we saw him.
Needless to say we are all utterly and completely smitten!! Except me, who is head over heels in love… Crazy but true.







I’m happy and God is good

10 Mar

I know these kinds of posts can be a touch abrasive. But bear with me; I’m celebrating, not bragging

In the past two weeks,
1. it has been mild enough to eat ice cream and take close-up pictures of beautiful flowers.



2. We found out our Sam has been offered a place at the prestigious (and outstanding) grammar school literally a few yards up the road from us… So we gave him a polka-dot, lime green-wrapped present to reward him for doing so well.

Not that I’m proud or anything.

3. Our Ben lost his first tooth (which, in Devon, rhymes with “book” and “cook” rather than “booth” and “smooth”. DON’T ASK)
He was so excited about the tooth fairy that he insisted on having his window open so she would be able to get in.

4. Our insurance company was generous enough to provide funds (again – d.o.n’t a.s.k…) for me to finally acquire a KMix mixer 🙂 Meaning I can now bake the fluffiest, yummiest cakes EVER!! Move over Nigella.


5. My gorgeous Mr Wibbs has been ‘gigging’ with a newly-formed jazz band, much to my delight. I love to see him do things that fulfil him so deeply… It’s rather beautiful.
Praise God.

6. My children have been playing together, making things, and generally enjoying life. What more could a mama ask for?!




So there you have it.
A tiny snippet into some of my thanksgiving right now.
I am blessed.
Beyond measure.

What do YOU have to be thankful for…?


What’s In A Gift…?

26 Dec

20111227-010507.jpgBoxing day.

The day after Christmas.

First day of the “January” sales here in the UK.
(…Don’t ask…)
(…we live in a world gone kerrrr-aaaaazy if you ask me…)
(…see what I did there??!…)
(…ah, never mind.)
*draws little circles by forehead with pointer finger*

First day of the new Christmas countdown: 364 days left.
(Um – if that’s you, you need to get out more… Just sayin’ 😉 )

Boxing Day.
The day the pressure is lifted. For another 364 days – not that I’m counting.

The day the kids play contentedly with the multitude of toys they received on Christmas Day, and ask for nothing.
The day we all go for fresh air after being cooped up for the last 36 hours.

The day I breathe a sigh of relief that the marathon of cooking the mammoth Christmas meal is over; that it was delicious, well worth the effort, and that there is now enough for us to eat without me having to do much for the next two days… Two birds killed in one stone. Or two turkeys. Whatever.

A day to rest.
A day to Think About Things.

And so on Boxing Day (ie – today) I ponder on the gift I received this Christmas.
Not the Liquorice Catherine Wheels, not even the joy of watching my boys’ delighted faces as they tore open the ornate, shiny paper wrapping their presents.
No – The Other Gift.
The Only Gift.
I didn’t particularly want or need anything else this year.

It’s a gift that multiplies, and becomes Lots Of Gifts.

It’s the gift of a new beginning, through the gift of grace, forgiveness and endless love my Saviour Jesus gave me.

The gift of a united family, bound by real, true, deep, unshakeable love and a covenant made before God 15 years ago.

The gift MIRACLE of a relationship made brand spanking new through (and in spite of) hardship and sin.

And through it all, the deepening realisation that God paid the Ultimate Price for His Gift to me, to Mr Wibbs, and to you reading this now.

My God gave up His precious boy, His son Jesus; He sent Him to be born into the darkness, the filth, the SIN of a world that He had so lovingly made, and that we subsequently so foolishly messed up; then God allowed Him, the Prince of Peace, Immanuel, to die at the hands of those He created (including mine, and yours) – so that the mess, MY mess, your mess – could be made right.

This, to me, right now, is all that matters – it is The One Single Thing from which all other gifts flow. It’s a gift of Absolute, Unconditional, Passionate, Transcendent Love. Redeeming, Restoring, Cleansing, Healing Love.

This Christmas I have known and felt His love for me like never before, and understand like never before what it means to be loved by Him. It means that I, we get a NEW LIFE. Now. For EVER!!

And that, my friends, means transformation in every area of my life. Things are being put right that were wonky shaky falling apart until about two weeks ago.

The Love my Jesus has for me is Eternal, Constant, Transforming and reaches deep into the very recesses of my soul until ALL THINGS ARE NEW.

What a Gift.
I truly didn’t need any more this Christmas.
Thank you, Lover of my Soul.
Thank you, Friend of friends.
Thank you, King of kings.
Thank you, Lord of lords.

Humbly I say,
Thank you.

>Happy Birthday Bon-Papa!!

23 Jan

>This is a little later than I would have liked – but had I posted a birthday entry in time for the actual day (15th), those photos would never have featured here… And that would be a shame. See: I flew into Paris on the very day of my daddy’s birthday as a surprise (um, it was a fairly significant one… enough said!). I think the desired effect was achieved, and he was utterly surprised, … and also delighted!!

We had a wonderful family get-together for the occasion, of which you can see a few prize photos here. My 3 handsome, kind, lovely brothers were all there as well as one sister-in-law plus ‘bump’, and one sister-in-law-to-be…

We all squeezed round a fairly small table in my parents’ sitting room in their new flat in Chartres… and had an incredibly delicious meal, some exeedingly good wines, and lots of laughs!

Yes, there is indeed something to be said for family. Mr Wibbz was sadly not able to be there, as someone had to look after the children while mummy was away… but this ‘sacrifice’ in itself was one of Mark’s most precious gifts to my dad (and to me, incidentally), and was so gracefully given – and gratefully received; so his absence in a way was part of the celebration, and he was very much ‘there’ with us, very much appreciated and loved, very much one of the family…

So – happy birthday, my dear lovely daddy!!! It was a joy to see you so joyful, so relaxed, so delighted, …and so young 🙂

God is good.

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