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He is not here.

The miracle of Easter is not a fluffy white bunny leaving eggs all over the place (although that would be a miracle if it were to happen - chocolate or otherwise), no, the miracle of Easter is in the empty tomb.

He is not here. He is risen.

The women rejoiced at the words in the garden; the disciples rejoiced at the words; and two thousand years later, we too can rejoice at the words.

He is not here. He is risen.


A New Convenant

It. Is. Finished.
Three simple words.
Offered up with a dying breath.
Offered up triumphantly.
Offered up for the salvation of mankind.
It. Is. Finished.
Thank You Lord.
But Christ came as High Priest of the good things to come, with the greater and more perfect tabernacle not made with hands, that is, not of this creation. Not with the blood of goats and calves, but with His own blood He entered the Most Holy Place once for all, having obtained eternal redemption. For if the blood of bulls and goats and the ashes of a heifer, sprinkling the unclean, sanctifies for the purifying of the flesh, how much more shall the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered Himself without spot to God, cleanse your conscience from dead works to serve the living God? (Hebrews 9:11-14, NKJV.)

(Images from here and here.)

What I've Learnt

Never ever read reviews. It doesn't matter how many good reviews you get, it's the one bad review that will burn into your brain as if branded there and be impossible to forget.

Free E-book

Until Monday 25th March (US time) my second novel, To Rise Above, is available as a free download on Amazon. Go here for the link.

Why am I offering my novel free? Well it's a great way to promote my book and to get it into the hands of readers. So, don't be shy.

If you prefer the feel and smell of a real book (like me) or if you would like to read the first novel, then please, visit my website.


Okay, A Pic

And the gorgeous Civil War reproduction fabric used on the back:

A Little Celebration

At approximately twenty past ten last night I placed the last quilting stitch in The Quilt. (Was that applause I just heard?) Before I go to bed tonight I hope to remove what remains of the basting thread. Tomorrow, hopefully, I'll finish sewing on the binding by machine, and then it's the rather tedious and monotonous job of sewing the binding to the back of the quilt by hand. But even that has its upside as it means I'm almost finished! And still with two weeks to go!

Of course the last few weeks have been crazy with almost every spare minute taken up with quilting but perhaps the less said about that the better. At this rate, I might even have time to cross-stitch a label to go on the back of the quilt. But that can always wait. Besides, it would give me an excuse to visit the happy couple in their home.

And yet there is a downside to all this. While The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2 might get her wish to have her cardigan finished in time to wear to the wedding, I'…


As from yesterday, we are officially in a state of drought. For someone who can remember some of the worst droughts in Australia's history, it doesn't seem like a drought. For a start, the grass might be brown, but we still have grass. I can recall when our lawn turned into a dust bowl and there seemed little chance that it would ever recover (it did, but that's another story). However, we not only have grass, but some patches are even green, and while the plants are looking a little wilted, they are at least still alive.

Furthermore, we are not on severe water restrictions. In fact, I'm not even sure if we are on water restrictions given the excess of water that was evident in a local park today. I had thought that when it came to gardens that we were only allowed a hand-held hose or a sprinkler between seven and nine at night but even that is a lot more than what I've known in previous drought conditions. However, we are blessed that in our city we don't hav…


It's been a week of celebrations. Book launch last Saturday ... and DIL-to-be#3's Graduation ceremony yesterday. Son#1 also graduated today but chose not to attend his ceremony. Instead, we took him out for dinner on Saturday night because we felt that we had to mark the occasion somehow. I had really hoped that he would attend this ceremony and give us the wonderful privilege of seeing him graduate, but since I didn't attend either of my ceremonies, I probably can't complain too much (I had good excuses though).

Anyway, I'm sure others got far better photos and a greater selection, but here are mine ...

Book Launch

I'm hoping to get photos on my website soon, but here's a selection from my book launch last Saturday. (Yes, I'm just sharing photos of family at this stage but there were other guests there too. Truly.)

This Life

Do you ever have one of those moments when a date seems significant but you can't remember why? I did just the other day - and then it hit me: it was the anniversary of the day DH and I had met. We count our 'going out' from that date even though we didn't start going out proper until a short time later. But neither of us can exactly pinpoint when we began ... it was just one of those things that had begun before we even realised it ... so we use the anniversary of our meeting instead.

Since it was my lunch break when the realisation hit me, I quickly sent off a text to DH - Happy anniversary sweetheart - all the time wondering if he would remember. He texted back: Very happy - you too!

Later that day we spent some time with Son#2 and his beautiful family and once again I was thankful for the wonderful life that has been my privilege to experience ...

For an encounter with a young man every bit as quiet and shy as myself thirty-one years ago.

For the life we have had …

Road Trip

Road trips can be a lot of fun. The scenery ...

the history ...

But the road trip we took this weekend was one that I'd been dreading. For weeks. It was the road trip that would see our third son leave home permanently. Since the younger two still come home during semester breaks to clean out the pantry, leave dishes lying around, and lose socks, I don't consider that they've left permanently - it just appears that way for part of the year.
But Son#3 has gone for good. When his older brothers made this same step, it was to step into a new life as a godly husband. But not so with Son#3. Not yet anyway.
In less than five weeks, he will step into a new life with his bride-to-be ... and perhaps then it will be easier to think of him gone from the family home. Then he will be happy and will have someone by his side ... someone to care about him and make him go to the doctor when he gets strept throat ... someone who will make sure he lives on something other than fizzy drinks …