Showing posts from March, 2014


My recent post on being set apart has had me thinking about how critical it is to be familiar with God's Word. To really know our Bible: His Words. And the only way we can know what God expects of us is by regularly immersing ourselves in His Word. And I mean, regularly.

New Christians are often told to start reading their Bible in the New Testament - usually one of the Gospels - and while I see the value in this, my personal belief is that after a time we need to have a broader view and knowledge of God and what He says to us that can only be known from reading through the entire Bible.

It's not as daunting as it sounds. It doesn't have to be done in a day, nor even a month. It doesn't even have to be done in a year. It can take two or three years or even longer. But if we are to really know God, and to know how He wants us to live, then we need to know everything that God says to us through His Word. Otherwise it's like knowing the beginning and the ending of a f…


I have never lived in Wellington so I cannot claim to be familiar with the nuances of its degrees of wind. To me, Wellington is either windy or it's not. Usually it is. In fact, yesterday was probably the first day when I've experienced it being not.

Which meant that it was a perfect day for wandering around the zoo with my parents who were in Wellington for just one day, three of my wonderful sons, one beautiful daughter-in-law, and five Most Adorable Granddaughters.

The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2 wanted to see koalas and bears (please note, koalas are not bears!). Well, we didn't see any koalas, but her Grandpa did scare a bear out of its cave, and she seemed happy enough with the monkeys, wallabies, and kiwis (which I suspect The Most Adorable Granddaughter#5 scared out of hiding when she let us know in no uncertain terms that she did not like the dark that these nocturnal flightless birds prefer). I hope she's not too disappointed.

The Most Adorable Granddaughte…

Set Apart

A week or so ago as I was reading my Bible, I came across a verse that I've read many times before: a verse that I love, and one which others have loved also given that it has been used as the basis of many a hymn or chorus.

Give unto the Lord the glory due to His Name;
Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness.

(Psalm 29:2, NKJV.)

It's one of those verses that I have long loved without fully understanding. I suspect that it's one of those verses that I will always only imperfectly understand. With time, my understanding as to its meaning will grow and perhaps even change.

But as I read it on this occasion I was struck by the fact that holiness is being set apart and we as Christians are being called to be set apart as an act of worship unto our Lord.

It's not a popular concept. I think that today we are too ready to excuse everything we do as 'living under grace' and are not willing to die for self and perhaps give up those things that are best described as wor…


Surplus to requirements. Usually it doesn't have a nice ring to it but when it's referring to equipment that needs to be collected in person from a lab up north and in doing so provides an excuse for catching up with Son#3 and DIL#3 then it sounds quite sweet. Okay, we did have to tow a trailer the entire distance and it did sport a bright yellow cover (my least favourite colour) but it was good to be able to spend some time with our son and his wife over the weekend. Due to the fact that said equipment needed to be picked up this weekend, we weren't able to work out a better time to visit when Son#3 and DIL#3 didn't have a wedding to attend but that just gave us some time for sightseeing when they were otherwise engaged.

The down side of such a weekend is that you usually come away more exhausted than when you began, and that certainly was true this time. However, a rude awakening early this morning suggested that I may have also succumbed to the tummy bug going aroun…

'Fess Up

I'm not sure what comes into play in my present situation: Murphy's Law, poetic justice, simple arrogance, or something else? But I have a confession to make.

It would have been easier if I hadn't spilt all on my blog. I could have just hidden the evidence and no one would have been any the wiser. But no, I had to boast about my latest project on a recent post (Blogger won't let me link tonight so if you actually care you'll have to scroll back down the page) and now that I can't carry it out, I have to 'fess up or be accused of misrepresentation or something equally odious.

Despite doing a tension/gauge square (well, rectangle really since I didn't knit enough rows to get a square) which is something I rarely do, and despite having to go down several needle sizes (which I never do either, I usually have to go up a size or two) to get the correct number of stitches to the inch, I was having awful problems with my Laar cardigan.

I don't profess to ha…