Showing posts from January, 2009

Back to Work We Go

Summer is almost over. As always, the holidays have flown by so quickly. Next week we return to school and work. None of us are particularly thrilled about the idea.

For me it means being more organised – ensuring I don’t neglect my responsibilities as a wife and mother. It will most likely mean less time on the computer (unless I’m writing). I’m hoping this blog won’t be neglected but frankly at the moment I don’t know how I will fit everything in.

For a while I’ve felt like an anomaly around the blogs I usually frequent. I don’t home school nor am I a full-time stay-at-home-mum. My children attend the local secondary school and I work part-time during school terms. I would love to be at home full-time - caring for my family, doing household chores (yes even cleaning the soap scum off the taps with a toothbrush!), writing, baking, making a home - and yet I believe that God has placed me in my job for a reason.

There have been times when I’ve questioned why I’m where I am especially when…

Happy Birthday Son#5

Son#5 was born between two very important days: January 26, Australia Day and January 28, my birthday! (LOL). One of my most precious memories is of going to sleep with this beautiful newborn baby in my arms and waking up on my birthday with him still there. For the first few years we used to recreate the memory - but not any more! (When did he get so big?)

Son#5 was born 9 years and 12 days after Son#1 and in some ways they are very similar. Neither are fond of book learning (although more than capable), both preferring to learn by doing. But in other regards they are quite different (and I suspect it has something to do with birth order). Son#1 likes to be always busy, always on the move; Son#5 is content to sit back and watch everyone else. Son#1 likes to give the orders; Son#5 will take them or ignore them, depending on what they are.

When Son#5 was little his older brothers would often get him to ask us for something. Their reasoning was that since he was the youngest and the cute…

The Bride of Christ

The Bridegroom (Christ) waits for His bride (the Church); waits expectantly for her to come to Him in love and purity, abandoning all others (the world), coming with eyes only for her Bridegroom.

How long will it be before the Church stops flirting with the world and truly reflects all that the Bride of Christ should be?

Growing the Family

Last night as the family all gathered around the table, DH said, as usual, "Let's say Grace." There was something in the way The Most Adorable Granddaughter put her hands together and looked serious that caused several of us to peek at The Most Adorable Granddaughter while DH was saying Grace. She kept her eyes closed the whole time! It was so cute!

Apparently at home The Most Adorable Granddaughter will ask her Mummy, "Say Grace?" at any time during the day, and when her Mummy asks her who she wants to 'Say Grace' for, The Most Adorable Granddaughter will list family members or friends and together they will pray for these people. It's so exciting as a grandparent to see your grandchildren being raised in a Christian home and being taught the things of the Lord from such an early age. My DIL didn't grow up in a Christian home - as yet her Dad and brother are still away from the Lord - but she's doing an admirable job training her daughter up…

Call it What You Want

Rock melon. Cantaloupe. It doesn't matter what you call it, it still tastes the same.

I walked into the supermarket this morning and suddenly I could smell the delicious aroma of ripe rock melon. Quickly rounding an aisle, I found the display and immediately picked one up to sniff. H-e-a-v-e-n-l-y.

My kids used to get embarrassed when I sniffed the produce but for rock melons and pineapples there is no better way to tell if they're ripe and ready to eat. Now they sniff the produce and have to explain to their bemused friends what they're doing!

Son#5 has just made up the mix for ice cream and it's chilling before it goes in the ice cream maker. Just before Christmas I had acquired some 'points' by using my credit card and I decided to use them on something I would not normally buy - and so the ice cream maker. It's a fun thing to do with the kids - or for them to do themselves.

If all goes according to plan we will have chocolate hazelnut ice cream for desser…

In Common

What does basil, mint and chrysanthemums have in common?

They’re all meant to deter flies.

I hope it works.

It's Not the First, But ...

I'm not a big one for New Year's Resolutions (probably just as well because the New Year has been and gone weeks ago) but I do like to take stock at the beginning of the year and think about some goals. I found this wonderful post on setting goals by busymomof10 who kindly gave me permission to borrow the format.

It's based on this passage from Titus 2:3-5

The aged women likewise, that they be in behaviour as becometh holiness, not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things; that they may teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children, to be discreet, chaste, keepers at home, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God be not blasphemed.

Busymomof10 breaks it down this way:

1. Relationship with God
2. Relationship with spouse
3. Relationship with children
4. Managing the home
5. Ministering to others
6. Personal growth

Relationship with God
I want to spend more time in prayer and Bible Study; become more practiced…

Wash Out

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

This morning we woke at 3.00am to the sound of rain beating against our tent. I heard DH zip up the opening and suddenly I felt claustrophobic and as if I had to get out of there. But at 3.00am with the rain pouring down there was nowhere to go. Instead I had to somehow fight the panic, lie down and go back to sleep. To take my mind off my fear, I started reciting Psalm 23 over and over again - in several versions - except I couldn't remember which version was which! And at that time of the morning I was having a terrible time trying to remember the third verse.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters.

At 6.00am I woke again and pulled out my Bible and started memorising Psalm 23 before once more going back to sleep.

He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His Name's sake.

When we finally crawled out of our tent what a sight met our eyes! Our sun shade was bowing und…

Happy Birthday Son#1

Ah, wasn't he a gorgeous baby?! And he's still so incredibly good-looking.

Today our eldest child turns twenty-four. It seems but yesterday that I first heard his cry and sung out "It's a boy" with relief and joy in my voice. Complications had arisen at the end of the pregnancy and during labour but it wasn't until several weeks later that we learnt how blessed we were to have a son who was both alive and healthy.

I still remember the wonder of those early days and how every moment with him was so precious. Now I laugh when I see how much like him his daughter is.

Son#1 had some learning difficulties during his schooling and I've often wondered if it was because of those early complications. I will probably never know. But this I do know, I am immensely proud of this fine handsome son of ours.

I introduced him here for those that might like to know a little more. As I think back over the years a number of memories came to mind but what stands out most in my …

Summer Garden

The many great gardens of the world, of literature and poetry, of painting and music, of religion and architecture, all make the point as clear as possible: The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden. If you don't want paradise, you are not human; and if you are not human, you don't have a soul (Thomas Moore).

I used to visit and revisit it a dozen times a day, and stand in deep contemplation over my vegetable progeny with a love that nobody could share or conceive of who had never taken part in the process of creation. It was one of the most bewitching sights in the world to observe a hill of beans thrusting aside the soil, or a rose of early peas just peeping forth sufficiently to trace a line of delicate green (Nathaniel Hawthorne, Mosses from an Old Manse).

It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves (Robert Louis Stevenson).

Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest (Do…

Pinch Me

Just a short while ago I was astounded to discover that a rather ordinary looking envelope contained a letter of acceptance from a publishing house. My manuscript has been accepted and is going to be published!

Pinch me. Hard. Please.

When the first email came several weeks ago I was in shock. Now, I'm not sure how I feel. I know that I should be excited, but I think I'm a little scared.

Petrified might be a better word.

Pinch harder. Wake me up.

Weighty Matters

This morning as I walked into church wearing a silvery-grey skirt and pale pink knitted top, my hair in a pony tail, and minimal make-up, a dear old lady said to me, "Stop there and don't move." I did as she asked but was a little perplexed. What did she want with me? Commands like that make me nervous. But I had to smile when she quietly did an imitation of a wolf whistle that was directed my way!

Oh how I needed that today.

This morning I woke crying. Crying because I'm overweight and I hate looking this way.

All my adult life I've struggled with my weight. The experts tell us that we should lose weight slowly because we put it on slowly. I disagree. At least about the putting it on slowly part. There are times when I'm sure I put it on quickly - as in overnight. It seems that I just have to sniff food sometimes to gain a few more stubborn pounds.

After last Christmas when I put on about 5 pounds and couldn't seem to lose it, I decided I would be more disci…


Have you ever wondered why some men in the Old Testament had several wives, but the women only ever had one husband? It's because one husband is enough to pick up after!

I should know. I have one husband and four sons to pick up after! At least the sons will leave home one day - hopefully meaning less items for me to pick up.

Today I decided to clean the house before we went to the beach. A lot of the time was spent picking up items left lying around by the men in my house. As I look around now it's hard to believe it's the same house it was earlier. It won't last though. Tomorrow there'll be more stuff left lying around and therefore more stuff to pick up.

And talking about stuff, our older sons may have moved out of home but their stuff is still here. When Son#1 left home he also left computer parts in the unused bathroom out in the garage. I've also found books (including an old bank book), old exam papers, and other items belonging to him in my sewing room. So…

A Perfect Day

Today is our wedding anniversary. Twenty five years ago, in a small sandstone church in high summer heat, DH and I were married. It was a wonderful day - at least we thought so. However, if either of us had been the superstitious type we could have been forgiven for thinking that we were not meant to marry:

1. On the day we announced our engagement to my parents my mother collapsed and was bed-ridden for months. It was never found out what had caused her illness;

2. On our way to see the minister to plan our wedding we narrowly missed being hit by a car. A husband who had had a little too much to drink did not like the way his wife had parked the car and decided to show her how it was done. After hitting the car in front and the car behind, he then shot across the street and hit a tree just as we were driving past. The tree hit our car but did no damage. We stopped to help the injured driver and didn't get to see the minister that day;

3. A few days before our wedding I broke my eng…

Happiness Test

Last night I came across this Happiness Test in an old magazine that I was reading. I'm not sure if I was surprised or not when I scored 'very satisfied' (I have to work at not being negative at times) but I decided to include the statements and my responses here - just for fun (and will include the scoring scale in the comments section for those that are interested).

One: In most ways my life is close to my ideal. When I look back on what I wanted as a child, I dreamed of being a wife and mother and a doctor. Okay, I'm not a doctor, but I was a nurse for a time. I'm still a wife and mother and if I've ended up in a profession that never interested me when I was at school it's because I firmly believe that God led me in this direction.

Two: The conditions of my life are excellent. How can I argue with this, especially considering that I'm not living in the developing world? I have a roof over my head (okay it leaks on occasion but it does perform its func…

Kill 'em Dead

Years ago the advertisement for a well-known insect killer promised to not only kill flies, but to kill 'em dead!

As an Australian, I'm not usually bothered by the odd fly. They're part and parcel of summer and if one happens to land on me, it doesn't bother me. Not like ants. They're another story altogether.

However, this summer the flies are particularly bad and they're driving me crazy (and everyone else in my household). One rather warm evening I noticed Son#2 with a quilt over his legs. On my query as to whether or not he was feeling well, he told me he was sick of the flies landing on him and this was the only way he could stop them.

So you see it's not just me.

What I want - in fact what we all want - is a fly killer that not only kills flies, but kills 'em dead and makes them stay that way! I'll even put up with ants if the flies would just go away.

Out of Practice

I'm out of practice when it comes to a family day at the beach.

I forgot the camera (I used DH's cellphone to take this image).

I forgot food (as any mother of teenage boys will know, this is unpardonable).

I forgot my sunglasses.

I forgot that the creek we have to cross to get to the beach may not even be knee deep at low tide but at high tide is chest deep. It was high tide.

I forgot that the drainage holes in the kayak allow some water in. I got a wet seat when crossing the creek.

However, I didn't forget that I'm allergic to sand flies and so wore long pants. There were no sand flies.

I didn't forget my hat;

nor my water bottle;

nor the sunscreen;

nor my jacket (yes I was the only person on the beach wearing a jacket - but I only needed it for a short time);

nor the coconut oil to give my hair a deep conditioning treatment while I sat in the sun (it' soooo soft now).

And I didn't forget how relaxing it can be to sit on the sand and just enjoy the sun and sea.

But ne…