The trouble with choosing faith instead of fear for 2016, is I am saying ‘yes’, to all sorts of new adventures and ideas. To be clear these are things I would never before dreamed of saying ‘yes’ to. Or I would at least take three weeks to agonise over, before hesitantly replying, ‘yes, if you think I’m capable’.
One morning I found my daughter trying to sticky-tape the buckle back onto her favourite school shoes. The velcro that felt like cotton wool and scuffed toes, had for weeks given me the clue that these shoes were on their way out. Continue reading “on seasons, gratitude and holding things lightly”
I was asked the other day, if I am getting pleasure from writing this book, at the moment. It is a hard question, because it feels more like it just has to happen. This book has to be written. There is nothing I can do about it, I can write it or I could explode. They are pretty much my options right now.
January 1st, time for my words for the year, and this year I have known my words well in advance.
We are in the in-between time right now. The pause between this year and the next. The time that I naturally reflect and consider, dream and plan, evaluate and pray, for the year that has passed, and the year to come.
Each year I like to choose a word or phrase for the year and 2015 was the year of “a new rhythm“.
So what did that look like for me?
At the beginning of this year, I found my daughter in her room crying her eyes out, absolutely devastated. After calming her down enough to get the story from her. I discovered she was crying because “I can’t read yet, Mum”.