Showing posts from April, 2009

The End of the Month ... Almost

The end of the month is almost upon us and it's time to post the passage that I memorised this past month. I should really post the passage I'm going to memorise at the beginning of the month rather than leaving it until the end, but some months I don't know what I'm going to work on until the Lord lays it on my heart.

Verse five in this chapter has always been a favourite of mine and this passage seemed particularly appropriate for April considering Christians everywhere remembered Christ's death and resurrection this month.

I must admit I cheated a little. I learnt this passage years and years and years ago when I was probably about 11 or 12. However apart from verse five, I couldn't remember any of it.

Without any further ado, here it is:

Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the LORD revealed?

For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is…

Vacation’s End

School holidays are over and it’s back to the grind we go. So how did I do with my ‘To Do’ List:

1. Make a lap quilt for The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World. Done. And I got instructions posted on my quilting blog.

2. Put a false back on the quilt I made for Son#1 and DIL#1. Done and it wasn’t as difficult as I had anticipated. Looks good too!

3. Put a jacket zipper in the cardigan I had knitted for The Most Adorable Granddaughter and start knitting for Son#5. Yes to both although I nearly gave up at putting that zipper in. That was tricky!

4. Plant bulbs. I planted about 20 bulbs but would still like to plant more so that both sides of our brick path will be a glorious display of colour come Spring.

5. Catch up on some of the housework. I got the ironing up to date. I’m sure that counts.

6. Write, write, write. I estimate that I’m now about half way through my next novel. Pleased with what I got done but obviously would like a lot more time to write.

7. Have The Most Adorable Grand…

Lest We Forget

Today is a unique day. It's the day when two sovereign countries - Australia and New Zealand - share a national holiday and make reference to both countries in the name of that holiday.

Anzac Day. Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC).

Anzac Day commemorates all Australians and New Zealanders killed in war and also honours returned servicemen and women. The date itself marks the anniversary of the landing of New Zealand and Australian soldiers – the Anzacs – on the Gallipoli Peninsula in 1915. The aim was to capture the Dardanelles, the gateway to the Bosphorus and the Black Sea. At the end of the campaign, Gallipoli was still held by its Turkish defenders and thousands had lost their lives.

In our family we remember not by attending Dawn Services but by making ANZAC Biscuits. I love these biscuits but since they're full of sugar I won't be eating them, but the boys will certainly enjoy them.

Here's our favourite recipe:

Anzac Biscuits

1 cup rolled oats
1 cup plain f…

A Voice From the Past

This past week I’ve been surprised with a ‘voice’ – well several actually – from my past. A few months ago my sister forwarded to me an email from a former school friend who was organising a reunion of our high school class. A few days ago this friend introduced me to Facebook. I’ll be honest: I could never understand why people would want to spend their time on Facebook - but then I used to think that about blogs too.

I wasn’t that keen on joining but it seems that a number of girls I went to school with are using it as their preferred media for organising said reunion. And to my surprise, I’ve really enjoyed catching up with friends from my past. The scary thing is that so many of us now look like our mothers!

I have long had a dream of finding again the girl I was best friends with at school. This girl was beautiful, caring, compassionate, funny, and smart. We lost contact soon after my eldest son was born and although our paths crossed briefly just once during the years afterward I …

Everything You Ever Wanted to Know ... And a Lot You Didn't

Simple Beauty invited her readers to join in a game of tag, and I decided it was time for some fun around here. Like Simple Beauty I won't tag anyone but if you want to join in, please leave a comment so that we can all enjoy the game. The game is easy: simply list eight things about yourself in each of the categories. So here goes...

Eight Things I Look Forward To:

1. Spending time with The Most Adorable Granddaughter;

2. Spending time with family;

3. Son#2's graduation ceremony in just under a fortnight (I missed both of my graduations and Son#1 didn't attend his either so I'm really looking forward to attending this one);

4. Summer (last night was so cold!);

5. Having my book published (although that's scary too);

6. The birth of our second grandchild in June;

7. A clean house (and no more renovations - like that's ever going to happen);

8. Heaven!

Eight Things I Did Yesterday:

1. Laundry;

2. Played the flute;

3. Posted my contract to the publisher;

4. Grocery shopping …

Oh the Mercy of God

Yesterday the Lord reminded me again of His mercy.

It began when I opened my Bible and read the Psalm for the day. Monday through to Friday I read several chapters from the Bible in order to read through the entire Bible in eighteen months, but on the weekends, I read and meditate on a Psalm each day.

Sunday this Psalm happened to be Psalm 136. Before I opened my Bible I was feeling frustrated with something that is going on in my life - something that I seem to have no control over and which I feel I can no longer cope with. And then I read these words:

O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.

O give thanks unto the God of gods: for his mercy endureth for ever.

O give thanks to the Lord of lords: for his mercy endureth for ever.

To him who alone doeth great wonders: for his mercy endureth for ever. ...

Who remembered us in our low estate: for his mercy endureth for ever:

And hath redeemed us from our enemies: for his mercy endureth for ever.

Who givet…

This is The Day

This is the Day

The house needs cleaning. Again. Why does it always fall on me?

This is the Day

Can't anyone ever appreciate anything that I do around here? I'm forever picking up after everyone and cleaning up their messes. The least they could do is appreciate it and not make more work.

That the Lord hath made

I can't believe it. It's almost 10.30 and the boys still haven't done the breakfast dishes. If it was left up to them, nothing would get done around here.

That the Lord hath made

I wish they'd hurry up and get out of the bathroom. I have things to do. I have to wash my hair. Why can't they think of someone else for a change?

We will rejoice

I've had enough of this hair. I'm ready to cut it all off. It's one thing for DH to say he likes long hair - he doesn't have to deal with it.

We will rejoice

I wish I was a man. DH and Son#3 and Son#4 are going hunting. They get to do what they want to do. No one undoes all their hard work.

And be glad in it


Eve, Fruit, and Laundry

When Eve ate the fruit did she have any idea that she was condemning future generations of women to doing laundry? Before then, doing laundry was unheard of. Sometimes, I wish it still was.

Today is one of those gorgeous sunny days that you often get before Winter well and truly sets in. I have two loads of washing hanging on the clothes line. That was the easy part.

The hard part will be getting them off the line, folding and sorting the clothes and getting them put away. I doubt I'll get to the last step.

Why is it that the laundry seems never ending?

I work in a centre that is one of five. Our little particular area is the only one that has a washing machine and clothes dryer. Yep, you guessed it, we do all the laundry for all the centres. And there's piles and piles of it! Sometimes the washing machine and dryer are going all day long. And when all that laundry is dry, it all has to be folded - just like at home. Sometimes I joke that I go to work to do the chores I don't …


We now have two weeks of school holidays. Two whole weeks at home with no routines, no schedules, no need to get up early (then why am I still up early? Hmmm), no homework (or so my sons would lead me to believe - I might have to check that out soon), no rushed mornings or afternoons, no ... you get the picture.

It's one of the blessings of my job that I'm home when my kids are home. Not just during the school term but also during the school holidays. Well I think my kids are home. I don't seem to see a lot of them but judging by the state of the pantry, I'd say they're around somewhere. (I can't believe I'm going to have to go grocery shopping again - didn't I just do that a week or so ago?)

This year Son#3's mid-semester break coincides with school holidays, so he's also home. He has got homework to do. Lots of it. He also has plans to build himself a computer while he's home. He's going to be oh so busy!

So what are my plans for my littl…

He is Risen!

Low in the grave He lay, Jesus my Savior, waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord!

Up from the grave He arose;
with a mighty triumph o'er His foes;
He arose a victor from the dark domain,
and He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Vainly they watch His bed, Jesus my Savior, vainly they seal the dead, Jesus my Lord!

Up from the grave He arose;
with a mighty triumph o'er His foes;
He arose a victor from the dark domain,
and He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Death cannot keep its prey, Jesus my Savior; He tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord!

Up from the grave He arose;
with a mighty triumph o'er His foes;
He arose a victor from the dark domain,
and He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!

(Lyrics Robert Lowry, 1826-1899)

A Matter of Dates

How often do we accept the dates and traditions of the Christian calendar without really thinking about their origins? A debate rages over 'Christianizing' pagan festivals which is where many of our celebrations come from. I'm not going to get into that today. But in the Northern Hemisphere Christ's birth is celebrated in the dead of winter, and we've condensed Easter into a long weekend. Do these dates reflect the greater story?

I'm no Bible scholar but I want to share some of my thoughts on these two celebrations - Christ's birth and death - in relation to the dates that we attribute to them. Although I'm in the Southern Hemisphere I'm going to refer to the seasons in the Northern Hemisphere at the time of our celebrations for the simple reason that the Holy Land is in the Northern Hemisphere.

When we look more deeply into the Christmas story and consider that Mary and Joesph had a distance to travel on foot before Jesus could be born does it make a…

The Darkest Day

The Son of God dying on a cross;

The pain, the blood, the agony - a most torturous death;

The disciples, filled with regret that they had deserted Him in His time of need, helpless now before the soldiers and the cross;

The women weeping, comforting His mother, when no words could bring comfort;

The soldiers mocking;

Those that had delivered Him up to be crucified, rejoicing.

The Father turned His back.

The angels wept.

All creation mourned.

And Satan thought he had won.

(Photo from Free Photos.)

P is for Practice

I can remember hearing "Practice makes perfect" many times as a child but I never believed it then.

But I do now.

Just over a month ago I posted here about my discouragement in picking up the flute again. I'd learnt it briefly in High School (a loooooong time ago) and had it in my mind that it would be a breeze to learn again. As usual, I was wrong. I was almost ready to give up except that I'd paid good money to hire the instrument and I didn't want that money to go to waste.

And then I heard it.

A beautiful pure tone.

It was perfect (well I thought so anyway).

And I had produced it. Okay it was only one note out of a hundred or so but I had made that sound. With my own lips and rather imperfect breathing. Wow!

Now I can produce several beautiful notes in one practice. Never mind that the notes in the higher and lower registers still sound shrilly, I CAN PRODUCE MUSIC!

So now I'm scouring the "For Sale" ads for a second-hand flute. I'm amazed at the nu…

St John's Passion

Christ who gave us life and light,
Truth of God unshaken.
For our sake, at dead of night,
Like a thief was taken.
Led before a shameless crowd,
False their accusation.
Mock'd, derided, put to scorn,
For the world's salvation.

Last night Son#2 and I went to hear Johann Sebastian Bach's "The Passion According to St John." What can I say? It was incredible!

In this week leading up to Easter it was a timely reminder of what our Saviour suffered in order that our sins might be forgiven and we be brought back into a right relationship with Him.

Bach's Passion focuses very much on Jesus' trial and suffering. It ends with His death. When I first read through the programme I was a little disappointed to see that it wasn't going to end on a more triumphant note but as I thought about it, I realised that it was good to spend some time thinking about all that He suffered on my behalf. Next Sunday we will focus very much on His Resurrection - He is Risen! - and what that me…

I Don't Know If I'm Ready

As parents there are times in our babies' lives when we're not sure if we're ready for the next step.

The first time we go out and leave them with someone else.

Their first day at school.

Getting their driver's license.

Driving for the first time without an adult in the car.

Going off to University.

Leaving home.

Getting married.

It doesn't seem to matter how many kids you have, each time you have to go through one of these milestones, it's as if it's the first time all over again.

There's another milestone I have to face with regards one of my "babies". Not a flesh and blood baby, although this baby was born of sweat and tears and much hard labour.

I'm referring to my novel.

I learnt today that it's to be published in September. While I'm excited at the news, I've suddenly realised that I'm so not ready. I feel as if I'm throwing it out there into an uncaring world that will not appreciate all that's gone into producing this…