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Shower

22 Feb

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At 11 years old my little Thomas just took his first shower at home!!!
Words can’t quite express how amazing this is… Believe me it’s a big deal.
He has been terrified of showers for his entire life, but has been ‘training’ at school – and this morning, as I prepared to get in the shower for my daily ablutions, he announced he was going to get in there first.
He promptly popped on some swimming goggles and bravely stepped under the water.
I am so proud and moved by his courage.

Funny how little things most of us see as completely mundane can be such enormous milestones for others….

Never, ever take anything for granted.

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Half Term Tales #3: Fancy Face Paint, Synchronised Climbers and Cuddles with a Blue-Shielded Knight

20 Feb

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20130220-224047.jpg This gorgeous little princess is a little girl my friend Cathryn looks after – I hasten to add Thomas had never met her before…
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And finally… Will someone for pity’s sake please PLEASE explain to me how dogs manage to look so worried and sad and neglected for so much of the time??…
Eh?!?
Just look at the eyebrows and see if you’re not suddenly consumed by compassion for that poor POORcreature…
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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.
WHAT…?!?
…SERIOUSLY?!?!
(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.
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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.

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23 Dec

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It’s the yellow one…

14 Jul

…that’s driving me insane tonight.
Bossy, fickle little shit.

Happy birthday darling one…!!

19 Sep

My beautiful Thomas has turned 7 today. I am so proud of him.It is a tradition in our house to eat chocolate cake at breakfast on someone’s birthday. So I made some cute little cupcakes late last night and there was 1 candle to blow out – in anticipation of the 7 we will have on a bigger cake tomorrow when daddy and grandparents have arrived…He was sung to and looked pleased as punch…Then he got down to the business of eating his cake…with his brothers spurring him on and joining in.The phone rang and he had a nice little conversation with Mamie and Bonpapa 🙂 proudly announcing he was ‘seven’ (which he has only just learnt to say clearly)Cards were opened…and presents unwrapped…..all in mummy’s bed, because we could!!

Aaah, birthdays… I love them… Because I love celebrating life. Don’t you?!!!

because I’m worth it…

9 Aug

>We are sending our eldest son Samuel to a Scripture Union holiday this summer for the first time. In fact – he should be there by now; Mr Wibbs was dropping him off as I think I would’ve found it a little traumatic, to say the least…

The way this opportunity became available has God’s fingerprints all over it.

At the beginning of the summer holidays, or rather two days into them, I was already crying out for a break from Sam. He was going round in circles, constantly bored and at a loose end; and driving me and his little brothers nuts in the process.

One evening I went for a walk alone, as is my wont, and I cried out to God. I then sent a few texts round asking for prayers. Mum soon phoned me in response (both our sets of parents are such a godly, wise support for us…even though we are sometimes not so gracious in receiving their advice and counsel…); as we chatted it became clear that I was going to have to think of a way to send Sam away in the summer holidays, at least some of the time, ie a week or so, so that he could be with kids his own age, experience something different to home/school life … and also so that I wouldn’t go completely insane trying to keep him occupied for six whole weeks.

(and yes, that sentence was too long.)

Dad immediately started looking online for SU holidays, just to see what was ‘out there’. Just out of interest. Just in case maybe, just maybe, there might to be something Sam might be able to go to THIS SUMMER… A link to this holiday arrived in my inbox less than 15 minutes after I’d finished talking to Mum on the phone, and less than 24 hours later, the booking forms were in the post with a cheque…!! The holiday seemed a perfect fit for Sam: a week-long adventure bible ‘camp’ for 8-11 year olds, AWAY from home, a really decent price (£158 all-inclusive) and only about 45 minutes drive from where we live! And the best thing about it?? …there was ONE SPACE LEFT FOR A 8/9 YEAR-OLD BOY.

Perfect!!!
Too perfect to be a coincidence, really.
Which is how I know it was God-ordained; He planned it all.

Because Sam needs this, and it is going to benefit him in every conceivable way, and especially in his walk with the Lord.
I know he will be in good hands and looked after by people who will love him, accept him, and pray for him.

So I can relax and have some ‘respite’ from this challenging little boy of mine, safe in the knowledge that he will be FINE.
Because I need and deserve a break.
Because I’m worth it.

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