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Sustained

I've had an incredible day. Certainly not the kind of day I had expected. In fact, it was a day I had been most anxious about. But today I felt sustained by the prayers of a faithful group of online friends and our small Bible study group. Any one who has ever been aware of being uplifted by the prayers of others will know what I'm talking about.

Driving home I couldn't help but sing out loud to a particular song by Christian band Selah. This song has meant a lot to me in recent months but especially so today:

Wonderful, merciful Saviour,
Precious Redeemer and Friend.
Who would have thought that a Lamb
Could rescue the souls of men?
Oh you rescue the souls of men.

Counsellor, Comforter, Keeper:
Spirit we long to embrace.
You offer hope when our hearts have
Hopelessly lost the way.
Oh, we hopelessly lost the way

You are the One that we praise;
You are the One we adore;
You give the healing and grace
Our hearts always hunger for.
Oh, our hearts always hunger for.

Almighty, infinite Father,
F…

Streaky

DH washed the windows.

Again.

They're still streaky.

And now it's raining.

Watery Afternoon

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You might think that we have some kind of perverse wish to be banned from The Most Adorable Granddaughter#4's life for good. Nothing could be further from the truth. If there's anything perverse in our behaviour, it's this: we want to see how many times Son#2 and DIL#2 can extend forgiveness to the grandparents who are so obviously corrupting their precious child.

No, we didn't give her sugar. It was far worse. Today while her Mummy and Daddy dozed on the couch, DH and I took her outside to explore the garden. After a short time, the early childhood teacher side of me came out and I couldn't help myself: I just had to see what she would do if we offered her the hose. As you can see, she had a lot of fun!









And so did we! We're also hoping the fact that we gave her a warm bath and clean clothes afterwards will count for something when the time of reckoning approaches.

Big Blue Eyes

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We were allowed to babysit The Most Adorable Granddaughter#4 this afternoon. I thought we'd blown it after we (that is DH and I) misbehaved the other night, but apparently we've been forgiven. We were given instructions as to what time she had to have her bottle, what time she had to go down for a nap, and that we were not to give her sugar in ANY FORM. We thought we'd done quite well ... until Son#2 read the fine print and it turned out that the baby rice pudding we'd try to feed her (she refused it) had sugar in it. Oh dear. I suspect we've ruined our chances for good. My only plea is that I can no longer read the fine print on the bottles.

Print is no longer what it used to be. Everyone seems to be using a smaller font these days and this is especially true for whoever puts out the telephone directory (I suspect they are in cahoots with the optometrists - otherwise why would they use the smallest font known to mankind?). I have to hold anything in print at arm&#…

When the Cats are Away

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... the mice will play.





(Or why do my Mummy and Daddy go to Bible Study on Tuesday night and leave me at the funny farm?)

I Thought

I was dreading this year: my boys off at University and just DH and I rambling around in our big old house. I thought it would be incredibly difficult: that I'd cry all the time and walk around feeling sorry for myself.

I don't.

I was afraid of the silence (what silence?) and that I'd start talking to myself.

I haven't - well not that I've noticed.

I expected to walk into their rooms and burst into tears to see those same rooms once again clean (after how many years?).

Again, I don't (although I will admit that I'd so gotten into the habit of avoiding their rooms that I never think to go down there).

I expected the grocery bill to go down.

It has. But only marginally and I certainly didn't expect to have an over abundance of cheese, potatoes, carrots and sugar. (Any suggestions for recipes using those ingredients?)

I thought I'd miss them terribly.

And I do. Very muchly.

I Should

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1. Be getting ready for work but I dread the thought of going. The stress and hours seem to increase daily. I had promised myself that I would only do the extra hours until the end of February ... but now it will be for at least another two weeks. I can see what's going to happen: I'll still be doing the extra hours come Easter. New teachers, teachers off on extended sick-leave, seventeen new children, research ... it's all getting to me.

2. Not be angry at the weather - after all I cannot control it - but I had big plans for this weekend and they did not include half a day without power and having to rewash curtains and windows that were done only a month ago. Okay, I haven't washed them yet but I will have to soon after Friday and Saturday's wind forced rain and dirt through the gaps in the window frames.

3. Learn how to crotchet. I have a whole lot of leftover wool from knitting socks and it's more than I need to knit the nativity scene I started a year ago. I…