There is something strangely simple and satisfying about collecting eggs from your own hens each day.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Eggs
There is something strangely simple and satisfying about collecting eggs from your own hens each day.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
The Truth Project
We wrapped up the last session of the 'Truth Project' this week and it was so worth all the rushing to get there every Thursday. Looking at the biblical world view and how it applies to all of life... gazing upon the nature and character of God for this perspective. Wonderfully presented truth with such humility by Dr Tackett.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Touching the head
As we sat reading on the couch, she turned earnest eyes and asked "Will you play with my hair?". We were just about to wrap up and there was, as ever a too long 'to do' list...
How could I not pause and hold this moment? Like collecting water in our hands, these moments drain away if we don't remind ourselves that they matter much.
I loosened her hair-ties and slowly, gently started into her hair with my fingers. She continued reading while I massaged and played and in a minute I was nine myself.
Every afternoon she sat a while on a mat by the tall window that looked out over the front garden. Sometimes I joined her. I lay my head on her lap and she loosened my hair. The sunlight streamed into the room and the floorboards shone. I closed my eyes and she hummed. Her fingers tenderly played along in their own melody and I slipped into sleep. I never considered that her aged hands might ache or that her legs would go numb in that position until I awoke.
"A calm mind and heart are life and health"
~ Proverbs 14
As I stroke Rebecca's hair I remember my great grandmother. My eyes fill as I remember her smell and how I felt. Safe. Loved. Time stood still for a few moments. Touching the head and feeding the heart. I continue slow and rhythmically as I remember. I am so glad she paused and tenderly loved the noise in my life away. I am so glad I paused today.
"The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family"
~Thomas Jefferson
The small and simple moments will have a lasting impression as they ride through life...
"in quietness and confidence shall be your strength"
~ Isaiah 30
"You never know the significance of the moment you are in until later"
~Tommy Nelson
How could I not pause and hold this moment? Like collecting water in our hands, these moments drain away if we don't remind ourselves that they matter much.
I loosened her hair-ties and slowly, gently started into her hair with my fingers. She continued reading while I massaged and played and in a minute I was nine myself.
Every afternoon she sat a while on a mat by the tall window that looked out over the front garden. Sometimes I joined her. I lay my head on her lap and she loosened my hair. The sunlight streamed into the room and the floorboards shone. I closed my eyes and she hummed. Her fingers tenderly played along in their own melody and I slipped into sleep. I never considered that her aged hands might ache or that her legs would go numb in that position until I awoke.
"A calm mind and heart are life and health"
~ Proverbs 14
As I stroke Rebecca's hair I remember my great grandmother. My eyes fill as I remember her smell and how I felt. Safe. Loved. Time stood still for a few moments. Touching the head and feeding the heart. I continue slow and rhythmically as I remember. I am so glad she paused and tenderly loved the noise in my life away. I am so glad I paused today.
"The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family"
~Thomas Jefferson
The small and simple moments will have a lasting impression as they ride through life...
"in quietness and confidence shall be your strength"
~ Isaiah 30
"You never know the significance of the moment you are in until later"
~Tommy Nelson
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Chocolate Cake
A easy and tender-crumbed cake... certain week night's need rounding off with chocolate cake and coffee.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
the santuary
Arise, shine...
Lift your eyes all around and see.
Your heart shall swell with joy
To the name of the Lord...
in My favour I have had mercy on you.
To beautify the place of My sanctuary
and I will make the place of My feet glorious.
a joy to many generations...
Isaiah 60
May your dwelling be a sweet place for Him to linger in this weekend... and always.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Bird viewing
There has been much bird life in the garden this spring...
We have been watching the Cape Weaver bird building their nests in our trees over the past few weeks. We have enticed them with some seeds and breadcrumbs in the morning.
Rebecca, the keen observer, sets up herself up to watch, usually from a perfect view of the tree from her bedroom window, but also here on her trampoline, with binoculars and snacks for herself.
Such industrious little birds and what pretty nests!!
We have been watching the Cape Weaver bird building their nests in our trees over the past few weeks. We have enticed them with some seeds and breadcrumbs in the morning.
Rebecca, the keen observer, sets up herself up to watch, usually from a perfect view of the tree from her bedroom window, but also here on her trampoline, with binoculars and snacks for herself.
Such industrious little birds and what pretty nests!!
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