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On excess baggage and learning to trust.

Today I'm over at She Loves Magazine. I love traveling. I love planning what I’m going to take, and which case I’m going to pack it in. I don’t like to show off, but I’m an expert packer. Five of us go on holiday for a fortnight with one bag of hand-luggage each. If you roll things really tightly you’ll be amazed how much you can cram in. To continue reading, click on the link http://shelovesmagazine.com/2013/light/

Five Minute Friday: She

It's Friday. The day we link up at Lisa-Jo's place. Today's prompt is SHE. She used to be a dancer That girl over there. Not ballet or tap But in worship. She never knew she could until someone saw potential And asked the question And the rest As they say is history. She loved the way it made her feel Stretchy Bendy Worshipful Alive Free And when she danced She danced for the Father Who knew her Saw her Loved her She danced alone In small groups On small stages And once at a top London venue But still for Him Always for Him She never hung up her dancing shoes because she never had any. But it all stopped after a while New roles and new responsibilities took their place. And now that dancer is wrapped in layers Of motherhood And chocolate And life. She used to be a dancer That girl in the mirror. She dances rarely now. But when she does she smiles And laughs And sings along. And catches a glimpse of a future day When th

How do you do it?

A plastic measuring jug made me cry today. You know how cheap and nasty they can be. Actually it wasn't the jug's fault, More a combination of straws and camels. The day started at Frankie & Benny's. I love a breakfast meeting All that list making over eggs and bacon. This one was with Ryan and Chris. Our last free day together before Ryan goes to Uni. Lots to accomplish; And the realisation for me that my first-born Is really and truly flying the nest. I left them in PC World buying a laptop And went on to Sainsburys to do the food shop. I can never resist a wander round their home dept And it was there I found a fleece throw. That's its official title. In reality I thought it could go on his bed at uni. In case he gets chilly, officially. In my mind it's soft and warm and comforting In case he's a bit homesick. And as I rested it against my face I was instantly transported to 1994 And my precious boy was snuggled up in his blanket

For my sons.

Your life brought new life to mine. From the first moment That blue line shouted I'm here! Squirming Wriggling Growing in secret. You heard my heartbeat loud and strong. And when I heard your answering one I breathed Relief Assurance Hope. I never understood What being Mum to you would mean. That in caring for you I would learn to love Deeper Harder Stronger. How in loving you I would become more of myself. Thank you for helping me learn the craft of motherhood. For the laughter Fun Questions Anger Fear Tears that you bring. And for the love Deep, deep love. As you set off on your new adventures Know how proud I am of you How amazed I am that you are mine That in loving you, I grow closer to God himself. Hold your head high as a child of God. Live Learn Laugh Love Be who you are Precious and dearly loved.