tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65683248182234434262024-02-20T03:56:17.108+02:00All things pertainingSome thoughts along the wayMariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444073008550142079noreply@blogger.comBlogger1312125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568324818223443426.post-46903823672495519662019-05-31T16:22:00.000+02:002019-05-31T16:22:29.639+02:00Day by dayThe seasons have been reflective of my heart, these past months.<br />
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There have been such highs and lows, which my wise friend told me to prepare myself for.<br />
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then there was Autumn, drawing me from my contemplation to enjoy the simple </div>
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The sea of daffodils, tulips and budding trees... and my heart has slowly acclimatized to this new place and people. The kindness of neighbours, church friends and strangers has been bewildering and more beautiful than all the blooms.Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444073008550142079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568324818223443426.post-55858935834003898802018-12-31T21:14:00.002+02:002018-12-31T21:14:44.528+02:00Grateful for the journey 2018Many reflections this fine night... and I come up grateful.<br />
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It's raining today. We therefore decided it was cake day as the raindrops hit the windows and the thought of a warm stove beckoned. Mary Berry's cakes are a doodle. Flop-proof and delish. Now it's time to button up and attempt a walk (to walk off the cake - but will probably just end up having another slice later ha) as its starting to clear.</div>
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I went to see Fantastic Beasts 2 with this one... which I really enjoyed, especially swooning over the sets of 1920's Paris, cobblestones, antiques and Newt amazing basement. Sublime.</div>
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For the first time we are Christmas shopping and getting cheerful and comforting things ready for our new nest, in the cold!! This is very different from our southern hemisphere sun-blistered Christmas.</div>
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Shopping outdoors in the freezing cold didn't sound appealing to me but when we got to the nearby town is was so lovely and festive. Carol singers and the brightly decorated stalls of pastries, brutwurst rolls, roasted chestnuts, hot chocolate and on and on, line the squares and streets.</div>
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<br />Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444073008550142079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568324818223443426.post-24076990975085454452018-11-19T20:16:00.001+02:002018-11-19T20:16:25.713+02:00Happiness is...a pretty nook for a bit of contemplation.<br />
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<br />Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444073008550142079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568324818223443426.post-83213339290092330202018-11-15T16:49:00.000+02:002018-11-19T13:46:33.933+02:00Armistice DayArmistice Day is celebrated on the 11th of November, and this year was the 100th year memorial.<br />
1918-2018<br />
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There was a free exhibition in town and one day last week after a run, I walked in there not expecting to get emotional. But the sacrifice and stories of the soldiers, letters home, the horror of war, family and friends lost and friendships forged, as well as the strength of the family at home were very moving. I had walked past the homes of some of these families many times... I reflected on what must have gone on behind those windows 1914-1918. At church before the two minutes of silence, a war veteran paid tribute to the soldiers of WW1 and the service men today. It was all very honouring and real this past week... not just a section in my history textbook. <br />
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And all week people everywhere wore their poppies on their lapel with pride, and the cathedral tower was lit in red at night and poppies were attached to everything... it was truly beautiful and highly affecting. Lest we forget.<br />
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That mark our place; and in the sky</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-family: Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: transparent; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "geneva" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 24px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
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So the favourite teatime treat at the moment is Pumpkin cinnamon latte with Apple spice cake (it also being apple harvest season), preferabley by a fireplace, with a good view out of the window, in order to enjoy the leaves cavorting about.</div>
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<br />Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444073008550142079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568324818223443426.post-21377222576860452222018-10-30T09:43:00.001+02:002018-10-30T09:45:51.164+02:00Country air<div>
One of the best parts of my day is my daily walk or run... I can't think that I will ever tire of the wide open fields or the little paths through the woods. Regardless of what I may be reflecting on or wrestling with on the inside, it always lifts my heart. Something about drinking in gulps of fresh fragrant air, open skies and beauty for miles... as I take in the view, so my point of view is altered. </div>
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Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444073008550142079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568324818223443426.post-86375557705795064722018-10-29T12:26:00.001+02:002018-10-29T12:26:24.724+02:00The next bookSo after looking at what to read next, from this pile by my bed, I chose instead to pick up 'River, cross my heart', a book that I bought more than a decade ago. It was hidden somewhere on the bookshelf. And I'm loving it.<br />
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<br />Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444073008550142079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568324818223443426.post-15365899868548094412018-10-28T22:43:00.000+02:002018-10-28T22:43:11.877+02:00Same but differentWe are a family, we live in a house, there are neighbours, shops, church, walks in the sunshine, delicious food to eat. In some ways it's the same but it's so different. <br />
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Today I read a blog about someone that moved from New Zealand to the UK. She said that she loves her life (and what she is doing is pretty amazing) but that a part of her heart will always long for her home and her people… reading those words made my heart sink. For the most part I am happy (there is honestly much to love) but there are moments of intense longing. Before I read her blog, I thought that this would be a temporary condition as I adjust to a new life on a new continent with new everything. <br />
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Each day is the almost fragile opportunity to have joy or lamenting the different. I am an optimist by nature so I endeavor to live out the words of Marcus Aurelius<br />
<i>'Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so will your heart' </i> - with all my heart I am trying to embrace the differences with gladness<br />
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<br />Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444073008550142079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568324818223443426.post-4345984705345726492018-06-15T12:32:00.002+02:002018-06-15T12:33:36.442+02:00Special thingsThis makes my morning time all the sweeter. My mother made a new cover (and may I say rather pretty) for my oldest bible, given to me by my mother-in-law before I was married to her son.<br />
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<br />Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444073008550142079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568324818223443426.post-65217925345388653282018-06-06T06:39:00.003+02:002018-06-06T06:39:38.459+02:00The little white horseThis is a great read... beautiful writing. Lovely and old fashioned.<br />
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We can be busy burning out. Our souls can be weary. I am definitely someone who likes the whole list ticked off but over the last few years I realized that there is always another item to add anyway and the 'big' business of life is loving well, really listening, kindness, time for others. This can get lost in the need to do the 'smaller' things that can usually wait another half hour and won't even be remembered in a week. <br />
It is important to do our work well but we know that our priorities and time must be in godly order What good does it do to gain the whole world and lose your soul? <br />
So have coffee with a loved one and do it slowly. Have a long play date with your child. This time is never wasted.<br />
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This beauty is almost 16 years old... what a privilege motherhood is! It makes you want to be the best version of yourself. She is my constant inspiration to come up higher and holier by the grace of God.Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444073008550142079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568324818223443426.post-90386331265731767012018-05-01T11:37:00.003+02:002018-05-01T11:37:50.098+02:00Weekend togeeetherr<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01444073008550142079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568324818223443426.post-542522923718603212018-04-22T14:46:00.000+02:002018-04-22T14:46:02.768+02:00My favourite apologist<span style="color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px;">What a special morning! I heard Ravi Zacharias in the flesh, with my daughter, no less. I woke her up early and it felt a bit like Christmas morning. I have listened to so many of his messages over the last 20 years and today really special. This morning was profound. A honour indeed.</span></span><br />
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The baby becomes a noisy toddler... the winnie-the-pooh cot gives way to the proud first night in a bed. Pre-school is charged with all the zeal she can muster. Then she looks adorable in her school uniform and the baby things are boxed in the garage... then all the playing on the floor with endless families of Sylvanians comes to a slow end and so on it goes. This beautiful cycle of growing up.<br />
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The promise of being fully alive, of resurrection life as we too are numbered among the crucified. 'Our old self was crucified with him... and we might <i>no longer be enslaved</i> to sin... reckon yourselves <i>dead</i> to sin and <i>alive</i> to God in Christ Jesus' ~ Romans 6.6.<br />
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Our hard hearts transformed by a continued willingness to trust that His ways are better. And they are.<br />
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John Piper said 'Never let the cross lose its crucifying power in your life. <i>Never let it slip</i> into the dim and misty past.' <br />
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His crucifixion. It is not forgotten.<br />
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The Pieta is magnificent but the God-man exceeds all magnificence. This astonishing masterpiece cannot compare to the masterpiece of the sacrifice that changed history. Trust Him when it doesn't add up. He is unafraid of our mess.<br />
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There were electronic meltdowns, personal meltdowns, sad goodbyes and adapting to a new pace and narrow road. There were beautiful moments saturated with love and there were hard-to-swallow moments that tasted of despair. <br />
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<b>But where shall wisdom be found?</b><br />
<b>And where is the place of understanding?</b><br />
<b>Man does not know its worth</b><br />
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And we cannot surrender to the whisper to lay down with apathy. We have One who knows the way through. The way out. His place of suffering is our place of freedom and peace. Who doesn't long for a place of peace? Is it a moments work, usually not... and I for one am tired of glib, thin slogans of <i>supposed </i>faith. But this I know. Quick is not necessary, but true is. Peace is a true person... <i>come to Me</i> all you who are bone-weary and bent by heavy loads, and I will give you rest. And this is the only hope that our marred humanity has. <br />
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This Lenten time of year brings sharp clarity. Resurrection brings hope. And new life. As Pope John Paul said, we do not abandon ourselves to despair but we abandon ourselves to the One who holds us and walks us into the light and whose mercies are new every morning.<br />
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<b>"Do not abandon yourselves to despair. We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song." </b> Pope John Paul II<br />
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Hallelujah and Amen.<br />
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These two are special... one had a birthday on Sunday (my sister) and</div>
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one has a birthday in two weeks time (my baby... not so baby anymore).</div>
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Life is sweeter with them in it!</div>
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'I came before thee in the morning; I have great hope in thy words.'</div>
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