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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.)
(Please note: if you are not a knitter or have put down your needles for the Northern summer, you probably won't be interested in this post. Its purpose is to share my experiments and failures and to give me access to my notes in the future when I've forgotten what I've done and how I felt about the various steps. It's also likely to be picture heavy, although pictures will probably be poor quality because it's hard to photograph your feet in socks, especially at this time of the year when legs are not usually on display and therefore not at their [ahem] best.)
With two different socks on the go, and wanting a simple heel that fits my foot, I've been looking at short row heels. Amongst sock aficionados I'm not sure that short row heels rank very highly which shouldn't bother me, but it does. I started with short row heels and love their simplicity but have ventured into other types when the pattern calls for it or when I've wanted to be seen to be d…
The plan was to take an honorary long weekend and head to sunny Gisborne for a few days. Sun we saw on the long drive to and fro, but during our time there, Gisborne failed to live up to its reputation.
Still, there are some advantages to getting away mid-winter. Such as:
Spectacular scenery ...
Experiencing sights at their worst and still finding them breath-taking ...
(2) everyone has an opinion (even the tradespeople - I knew I should have gone with my original paint choice and not listened to the painter!); and
(3) New Zealand is still fairly conservative when it comes to home design and decoration (if you don't believe me, consider this: when we moved here over twenty years ago we were used to tiled bathrooms where everything but the ceiling was tiled whereas the first house that I looked at that had a so-called "tiled bathroom" had only one row of tiles around the shower base! We're a little slow here in keeping up with trends).
Anyway, all this to say that we have a little dilemma when it comes to our flooring. We both love the look of timber floors but they are sooooooooo cold in our climate, especially given we do not have underfloor heating, central heating, or sufficient heating. And we won't mention the lack of double-glazing or …