As I walked into the house I immediately felt at home. Have you ever been to places like that? Have you been to someone else’s house and felt that?  No, it was not the layout, the furniture, the decorations, all that stuff we put into our homes for comfort. It was not the wonderful hospitality of everything we needed, with extra blankets for warmth, supplies of shampoo and conditioner, bottled water and delicious food. It was the warmth oozing from the walls, coming from the family that lived there. The walls, the air, the atmosphere had picked up how they were to look and feel from this family unit.  If I…

As you walk into the bakery-coffee shop the smell of bread being baked, of nutritious homemade chunky soups and of course coffee hits your nostrils. Bruce and I found this place about ten years ago by accident. But now we ‘accidentally’ go there nearly every day when the opportunity arrives. We can spend hours there when we have work to do. Work encompassing study, writing, reading, answering mail, phone calls, planning…… the place is set up for it. As my eyes scan the tables there are a few families, women having a catchup, but most are full of people that are studying, working…….  You can tell because their papers, computers…

It started out as a normal day in which God’s grace abounded.  Let me explain.  Waking up with the alarm going off while my body craved more sleep, it flashed through my mind to push the snooze button but knew as my mind fully awoke, I would not have time. After worshiping God with prayer and hearing the Word of God at Church we had to drive to the airport to catch a plane for meetings interstate and overseas. The flight was a good flight. My knees were holding up under the strain of the travel and the little leg space that I was dreading turned into quite a bit of room. …

Bruce dropped me off at the entrance of the shopping centre while he went looking for a parking spot. That way it is easier on my knees if he needs to park a fair distant away.  While I was waiting for him in the foyer, I was watching all the people going up and down the escalators.  You heard the little boy before you saw him. He was about two years old. Full of energy and a few steps in front of his mother who was laden with bags. As he approached the sliding doors to the outside car park his Mum yelled out instructions.  “Stop! Wait for me, there might be…

A friend of mine with her granddaughter met up with me and two of my granddaughters, to go to the movies together. One of my daughters with her daughter came along as well. All the adults enjoyed the movie Runt, and the children all seemed to as well, even though there was quite a bit of “talking” together during it. A lot of the movies nowadays are presented at two levels. There is the general storyline and then often an undercurrent of humorous lines that only the older or more mature pick up on. Even if there is no “adult humour” there are levels of understanding of what is going…