Friday, 28 June 2013

Five Minute Friday: In Between

I wore red lipstick today.
I know!

Apparently red lipstick suits everyone.
And we reserved types aren't bold enough with our lipstick.

I read it in a magazine.
In an article about women in their forties
Under the heading
"Don't tell me I can't...."

It's meant to be empowering.
And give us confidence.

I usually wear a kind of browny, bronzey colour.
Sometimes with a bit of pink gloss added for special occasions.

You have to remember I was brought up in The Salvation Army.
And in the old days we weren't allowed to wear make-up with our uniform.

So of course we didn't...

Actually it was a good lesson in how to apply make-up so it looks natural

Back to the red lipstick.
I wore it out for coffee with a friend.
But when I re-touched it just before Joel's prom photos
I wiped it off again.

I like my brown lipstick.
I like the idea of red...
But maybe I need something in between.

And the article in the magazine got me thinking in ways beyond the lipstick.

"Don't tell me I can't"

Live my life as God's child

Going all out for Him

Being the woman he designed me to be.

Circumstances may leave me feeling like I live in an in-between kind of place

But I am His

And He is mine.

Saturday, 22 June 2013

Five Minute Friday: Rhythm

Five Minute Friday.
Set the timer for five minutes and write.
This week's prompt is RHYTHM


'And the banner man, held the banner high
With a 'Hallelujah' in his eyes
And I wish that I could be a Banner Man.'

If you can sing along to those words,
chances are you'll now be singing them all day.


My Dad used to play it on his record player.
I can still smell the vinyl
The slight crackle as the needle finds the groove,
And see him patting his leg in time to the music.

It's a habit he's passed on to me.
I can't hear a piece of music without
Tapping my foot

Or nodding my head

Or patting my leg

Or dancing if I'm really lucky.

I'm so grateful to my parents for teaching me about the rhythm of life.
And I don't just mean musically.

My musical tastes are not my Dad's.
(Thank the Lord for that)

But somehow they taught me that the beat goes on.
And I am part of that rhythm.

The tempo can change

The pace may slow considerably

Or increase to a rapid staccato

But stop

And pause

And you'll hear it.

You'll feel it.



Friday, 14 June 2013

Five Minute Friday: Listen

We took Dad's ashes to be interred on Tuesday.
His final resting place is All Saints Church in a little village called Sandford.

The village held so many memories as we passed through it

Granny and Grandad's bungalow

The garden equipment shop that used to be a garage we went to for sweets and comics.

The Post Office cum Village Shop that sells EVERYTHING.

The Village Hall where we used to go to 'Mothers' Union' with granny.
Mum, my brother and I were the star turn one week.
We sang, we played our brass instruments,
I even played the tambourine!
(The women must have been very forgiving....
Either that or it wasn't actually tea they were drinking...)

It was also the place where we celebrated my Grandad's 80th and 90th birthdays.

We passed the park we were allowed to walk to as we got older
to play on the swings.

If I listened carefully I could hear
the laughter of children
the tinkle of glasses
the bikes screeching to a halt
my brother teasing me
the neighbours ringing the doorbell inviting us to play
Granny and Grandad calling
Tea being poured
Butter being spread
Cakes being sliced

But when we reached the church the soundtrack changed.

This little church, set high up from the road was the centre of it all.

Here we all used to cram into Grandad's churchwarden's pew.
If we were good he let us help him give out the books.
We even rang the church bell once!

The smell of the church was partly age,
but also the scent of God's blessing
On hundreds,
maybe thousands of people through the years.

Of friendships made
Lives changed
Griefs shared
Souls won.

And it was here, we knew,
that Dad would be pleased to have his remains left.

It was a simple few moments.
Prayers said
Scripture shared
Tears shed.

And so we left him there.
In a place where Granny lay alone for many years
But Uncle Steve
And now Dad have joined her.

Our thoughts turned to others we have lost who are far away.
"So much loss, I can't bear it."
But we can.
And we have.
And we will.

The inscription on the original grave stone says
'I heard the voice of Jesus say
"Come unto me and rest"'



For in His arms we find

At the back of the church

 "You have made us for yourself, O Lord,
and our heart is restless
until it rests in you."
(Saint Augustine)

Friday, 7 June 2013

Five Minute Friday: Fall

On Fridays there are a group of us who write just for the joy of writing.
No editing. Just write. This week's prompt is Fall

You know when something just doesn't feel right?
When you put your faith in something or someone but you feel you're not being heard?

There must be more than this?

All these months and years of trusting, and obedience, and this is it?

You know when it feels like maybe you're being set up for a fall?
I'm sure that's not the case but it makes no sense.

Well that was me.

I thought

I prayed

I questioned

I shouted

I cried

And God said
(Again through a friend)
"Whatever happens. I won't let you fall."

And He hasn't.

(To be continued....)