Both P'd in the Same Week

on Monday, December 21, 2009



Bo with her red P Plates and Ash with her Green P's

For international's who have no idea what I'm taking about:
Here in Oz, new drivers have the honor {or debasement... however you want to look at it} of sticking a gigantic red or green P to their car. This lets other drivers to undoubtedly know:

  • that they are a new ... or newish .... drivers
  • that they are young, cool, hip and good looking or
  • to give them plenty of space on the road even if it means using the footpath to be safter.
Fly free my babies but avoid the ouchies, k?!


Reason I Breath

on Thursday, December 17, 2009

Just seems so appropriate to repost my very 1st post which was a piece written 10 years ago, for my 101st post after a 1 year of blogging with almost 100 followers. That's a lot of 1's don't you think? Really bizarre.


A cool breeze pushed through the open kitchen window and I felt it's freshness on my face. Breathing deeply, I drew in the scent of the emerging evening and freshly cut grass, this enticing me to soak up the scene across the valley. Full and low, the sun was now setting red, lighting up the hill across the river. Cows were now rising to graze in the shade, lethargic from a searing summer’s day, their calves dancing energetically to the crickets’ song.

Inside, dinner smells still lingered through the kitchen and clung to my sticky baby who was perched on my lap. He was studying a small piece of paper, clumsily exchanging it from hand to hand and making contented noises. Nestling him in closer to me, my lips and cheek smoothed his downy head. All my senses stood on end; life was wonderful. I felt that small space inside me, which can sometimes feel so empty, burst with a warm fuzziness impossible to verbalize, words not even fringing on description. Closing my eyes, I drew in a deep savoring breath, only then to embrace an amazing sense of Gods presence. Such a feeling of wholeness, such a profound change in my view of life and only after a few minutes soaking up the essence of The One who loves me most.

This brief moment was shatter simultaneously by the sound of wet children running inside from an evening swim, a baby's frustrated squeals to achieve motor skills not attainable by one so young and a concerned alert to a crushed pancake that had annihilated behind the curtain, and Oh! Yes! A new smell had definitely clouded out the grass, the breeze and carefully prepared meal. The contents of a filled nappy jolted me back to the day to day events which busy my life, but now with a softer, gentler, more loving spirit.

Still, did He give me this moment to draw me closer, to fuel desire to seek “His face” or is it maybe possible that He just wanted to be with me be it only a few minutes of my hurried day. Both are likely, though possibly this was the only time all day I took to notice Him. How often I do that; struggle through my whole day alone yet God is right there waiting for me. Just like Peter who, sank when he took His eyes of Jesus while walking on the water, we sink if we don’t look to Him for our impetus in every thought, action and motive.

As the creator of imagination, He won’t always use cows, breezes and babies to catch our attention. Looking at Him and to Him always, He won’t become small or insignificant and comprehension will explode in our hearts of who He actually is; our creator, our all consuming fulfillment and our very purpose of life. We are to Him the object of His enveloping affection. He made us for Himself and when this fact takes root, we will hungrily seek Him and find ourselves in that sweet place of His presence way more than just a few stolen moments.

Seek my face [inquire for and require my presence as your vital need]. My heart says to You, Your face (Your presence), Lord, will I seek, inquire for, and require [of necessity and on the authority of Your Word]. - Ps 27:8 amp

Our Bit of Geography ...

on Saturday, December 12, 2009

...my space in the world










Mad At Christ-Mas

on Tuesday, December 8, 2009



A woman was Christmas shopping with her two children.


After many hours of walking down row after row of toys and after hours of hearing both her children asking for everything they saw on those many shelves, she finally made it to the store elevator with her two children in hand.

She was feeling what so many of us feel during the holiday season time of the year, getting that perfect gift for every single person on our shopping list, overwhelming pressure to go to every party, every housewarming, taste all the holiday food and treats, making sure we don't forget anyone on our card list, and the pressure of making sure we respond to everyone who sent us a card.

Finally the elevator doors opened revealing a crowd in the car.
She pushed her way in and dragged her two kids and all her bags of stuff in with her .

As the doors closed she couldn't take it anymore and blurted out, "Whoever started this whole Christmas thing should be found, strung up, and shot."

From the back of the car, a quiet calm voice responded,

"Don't worry, we've already crucified Him."


author unknown

Who Needs a Fake Tree or Plastic Angel ....

on Saturday, December 5, 2009


When you have a fifteen year old bright spark ...
... and a one year old angel!



Christmas to do list:
~ Tree ..... check
~ Lights .... check
~ Angel on tree .... next to is close enough
~ Christmas cheer ..... check and file in heart
{not head as it's prone to loose stuff}

Umbilical Cord

on Wednesday, December 2, 2009

~wordless~