encouragement for the journey
This weekend, we tackled a little house project I’ve been wanting to do for a while now. We moved the homework station, complete with notice boards, around the corner. It seemed a simple thing but it took two days of patching holes, and sanding, and repainting.
The result is that the kids’ stuff is more organised and all in one place. But the biggest change is that we walk into the kitchen and we see a blank wall.
We had our air conditioner fixed recently. The next day I received a feedback survey by email. The job wasn’t finished, we needed parts. But still the survey came through.
The next day I went to a local store. They scanned my loyalty card and before I knew it I received another survey request.
August is almost over and the rain is still here. This winter seems never-ending.
We get tantalised with glimpses of spring, but then feel even more dejected when they don’t last. We feel like we’ve been tricked into believing spring is coming.
Continue reading “Present with us – The ever present father”
Are you going through a season when you are feeling bombarded from all directions? Do you feel like you barely have time to recover from one crisis and another is already upon you? Are you living in a state of constant reaction to your circumstances and feel like you are not even able to take a breath?
When my girls fall and hurt themselves, they know they can come to me, and I will get out the first aid kit, and administer Band-Aids, kisses, or ice packs as required.
But some days the hurts that my girls come home with are internal; harsh words spoken, friends who no longer want to play, or a teacher who shouted at them. For these hurts the treatment is less tangible, a hug, a listening ear, grace when their overwhelmed emotions overflow onto their mumma.
Are you in need of healing?
One of the joys of my life as a young mum was watching my babies as they slept. The days were filled with feeding, and playing, and consoling, and, of course, trying to get them to sleep. And yes I did enjoy my days with my babies.
But I cherished the times when finally, they closed their tired eyes and rested. And I would often watch the peaceful rise and fall of their chest and listen to the little sounds they made as they slept. Continue reading “Present with us – The protective father”
