Some new science which could be completely brilliant. Take a look:
So apparently the meaning of my life starts today, as I turn 42 😊
And I am planning to take hold of this coming year with both hands.
I saw a @tearfundlife article recently on how our lives can be a place:
where the outsider is brought close, the excluded are ushered in and the down-trodden are given refuge.
This matters a great deal to me and I want my life to be:
a roaring fireplace of safety and warmth, rather than a mat that tells you to wipe the dirt from your feet before entering.
So figuring out what that looks like this year is my top priority.
I have other priorities, never stop learning, keep on being creative, find wonder wherever I can and stay well.
So my something new is going to be joining a flower arranging club in January.
My something old will be continuing the diploma I have been doing… well forever really. And the future learn courses I have on the go, and maybe one or two more.
Finally I intend to keep in top of my health, so no blue for me hopefully, just the gym, proper sleep, lots of prayer and healthy food.
I wonder, what would your old, new and not blue things be?
It has been a truly horrible autumn. R and I have unexpectedly and at great speed lost an immediate member of R’s family. Separately I have had to face the fact that instead of fully living the life i have, I’ve been desperately clinging to the hope that I might still have a child.
The grief of both these things has floored us. But in spite of all the darkness, Christ’s goodness has shone though. Our church has been deeply compassionate towards us, demonstrating what it really means to be God’s people, in their love for us.
I have handled a lot of all our circumstances really badly and I am grateful for a forgiving husband and a forgiving God. But now it’s time to start again, to set out on the road once more. We will both journey with grief a good while longer, but I know that the Father has our back.
The broken pieces of our lives will be mended with the gold of Christ’s compassion and we will be called beautiful because of it.
I turn 42 on Thursday and as anyone aquainted with the hitch hikers guide to the galaxy will know, 42 is the answer to the meaning of life…
I intend to make 42 a year of entering into the life I have and celebrating all that God has given R and I by living in the hope that Christ has set before me.
That, in him I can be a force for good. That through him, I can create joy, love and worship for his glory.
May the meaning of 42 be as my dad taught me years ago:
Ours the task
Others the benefit
To God the glory.
There is always so much to see on the Internet and just put and about. I thought I would share some of the things that have inspired me recently.
I have been organising myself using a bullet journal for the lady couple of weeks. I really like the concept and I also I like how customisable the who thing is. My day pages have a diary space, room for notes and the weather as well as a day journal and scripture journal:
I also have some goal pages:
Action for happiness, the Blurt Foundation and TWLOHA
Have all posted cool stuff recently:
And last but not least
The young people I work with inspire me all the time. This felted star was made by a young man in my lunch club – he had never touched a felting needle before:
I see Google is celebrating the British cuppa today. Which is a good thing I think. In spite of Britain supposedly falling out of love with tea in favour of coffee, anecdotally, I know loads of people who drink both.
I like most drink coffee out and tea in. Although, i’m bucking the trend and like my teabags round (I also like them fairtrade)…
At the end of the day however, there are less tea drinkers in Britain, and why? Bcause we just cant be bothered. The Independent says:
Tea’s fading popularity is attributed to faster-paced living, a generation gap and a stodgy image. Many people these days do not want to take the time to brew tea, and even fewer will interrupt their busy days for the leisurely, civilized ritual of afternoon tea, a 19th-century invention of Anna, seventh Duchess of Bedford, who decided that tea and cakes were the best antidote to a late afternoon ”sinking feeling.”
But wait, isn’t that the point of a cup of tea? A time in the day where we can stop, and savour the moment rather than rush on by? Perhaps in our modern world we need a touch of old fashioned.
Maybe the humble British brew could in fact help us all not rush headlong into busy oblivion….
And then again perhaps it is just, a nice brew.
I like herb tea more and more, especially since I was given this:
It makes the whole thing so much more of a treat.
And it turns out, drying your own herbs adds to the experience. I know green tea is good for you but that doesn’t stop it tasting too earthy for my liking on it’s own.
Mint to the rescue. And mint on its own, especially if you pick it and steep it straight away is just heavenly.
So I thought I would also try drying it. So far, so good:
All this time taken, just for a cuppa you ask?
But the time taken allows me to savour and enjoy my cup of tea in a way slinging a bag in a mug just wouldn’t allow for and it leaves me much more satisfied.
Mindfulness has its uses.
I never say it enough
Not about what matters.
So easy to say thank you
For a door held open
A cup of tea
Or a fork passed.
But what I really want to say is…
Thank you for loving me
At my most morning grouch,
Thank you for holding me
In my darkest grieving.
Thank you for doing what you said you would right at the start,
Even though it has meant sickness as well as health,
More skint than rich,
More moving house,
And changing jobs
Than either of us imagined.
Thank you so much for making me laugh so much,
For showing interest in the garden,
When you could be gaming.
Thank you for being
My life partner in crime,
But most of all,
for being you.