The greatest gift.

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The greatest gift to be a mum,
(though often set with thorns.)
The gift of bringing tiny life
That later earth adorns.
Just like the acorn, watch them grow,
We know not what they’ll be
But all our love we freely pour
And later set them free.
We have to trust they’ll stay in touch,
They’ll take the time to love.
To care for us when we grow old
And tell us with a hug.

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Love is God.

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Seen this way around it’s easier to understand. “God is love” John states. Not “God is a loving God”. Love that most wonderful, unexplainable, illogical, and irresistible power we all long for in our lives is God’s spirit manifested in us. The degree of love we manifest to others is the measure of our walk with God, (not an adherence to doctrine). “By this shall all men know that you are my disciples, that you have love one for another.” “He that loves has fulfilled the law!”
It’s my personal belief that this is the case even with some unbelievers (that they walk close to God without yet realizing it).

“With fear and great joy”

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Fear and intense joy says it even better.
It’s the feeling that comes when you are party to a miracle. Not simply a routine answer to prayer but the unbelievable, unexplainable, totally outside science and understanding happenings.
Fear comes upon us when confronted with the impossible. Powers so far beyond our understanding invade our comfortable little world and we realise we are but dust, less than dust. Yet fear is closely followed by great joy as it dawns upon us that this immense, uncomprehendable power source loves us. Suddenly all is possible, the problems of the world no longer rest as heavy on our shoulders. God is real and he loves us!

I love spring but it’s hard work!

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I’ve been making the most of the sunny weather. I’ve almost finished digging manure into one side of my allotment. Sounds dreadful but it’s actually non smelly matured stuff, (the fresh manure is for autumn I discovered). It’s actually pleasant to work with, though hard work to dig in a foot down!
My baby lettuces are sprouting in their trays getting ready for transplanting and all my other leafy stuff is planted in mini plastic milk bottle “green houses”. (The root veg are waiting on the non manured bed being finished off).
I’ve even planted flower seeds in a kitchen tray for the pots outside my apartment. I love to see the first tiny shoots coming up after the winter. Spring is here, but it’s hard work sometimes – still it will help me get in shape for summer clothes lol!

Let your soul catch up.

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A group of scientists had to carry out research in a faraway, almost inaccessible place. A group of Mexican carriers were transporting their equipment by hand. Along the way, all the carriers inexplicably stopped at once. The scientists were astonished, then became irritated, finally furious. Why did they not go on? They were wasting time. The Mexicans seemed to be waiting. Then all at once, they started moving again. One of them explained to the scientists what had happened: “Because we had been going so fast, we had left our souls behind. We stopped to wait for our souls.”

We too often leave our souls behind. Caught up in urgency, we forget what is truly important in life. Pushed on by the demon of haste, we forget our souls—our dreams, our warmth, our wonder. From this viewpoint, it is clear how patience is part of kindness, for how can we be kind if we do not respect the rhythm of others? We forget the soul—theirs and ours.
(copied from a friends face book page)

Nice ‘n nasty.

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It was hard to stay “nice”. Sometimes it hurt.

Sarah, her twin had no such qualms, had risen to the top, stepping on whoever dared get in her way. Sometimes Jenny felt like a failure by comparison.

The day had been awful, an argument at home, a put down at the school, nothing was going right. What a birthday!

It slipped out at recess. Her year four pupils had been discussing star signs.

“When’s your birthday, Miss?” an eager voice chimed. Should she lie?

“March 12th.” She hoped they didn’t notice, but they did. Jace caught on right away.

“That’s today! Is it your birthday today?” She nodded. Her eyes moistened as the word caught on and “happy birthday” squeals and songs sped around the playground. it didn’t stop there… Grubby hand written cards appeared, candies wrapped in pages stolen from exercise books and a small bunch of ragged daisies and dandelions appeared on her desk. Best of all was the shy hug from Eisha, the girl that hardly ever spoke.

Back home nestled contentedly with a cup of tea she surveyed her  news feed, predictably full of her sister’s birthday posts, food, wine, luxury presents and false smiles. She grinned into her tea cup. She’d had something better.

“Putting your feet up love?” a voice whispered in her ear. “I managed to get off work early. I felt so bad about this morning. I forgot it was your birthday… thought we could go out, do something.”

“It’s OK, I had the best day ever!”

“Really? I’m so glad… Here … for you.” Embarrassed he thrust a bunch of daffodils into her hands. She knew they were only Tesco, he’d forgotten to take off the label, but to her they were perfect, as all her presents had been.