The new building’s roof was painted. The walls also. But the floor…… it needed pressure hose spraying to get it clean. Many hands got to work and after three long days the work was completed. I had gone along a few times to see what I could do. The pressure hose seemed to be too powerful in its vibrations for my damaged muscles (due to some ongoing past injuries.) So, what could I do? I made coffees. I got out the broom and swept the extra water down the drain as it built up in the room. It made me feel useful. I was participating as much as I could.…

The little 2-year-old climbed the stairs carefully up to the enclosed trampoline. As she reached the top Abigail turned to look to see if I was watching her. I called out, “Be careful. Watch where you are walking.” She laughed and then started to bounce up and down with delight, her golden curly hair blowing in the wind. Along comes her big brother. He is four. Emmett is a bundle of energy waiting to burst out into any activity where he can use it. I laugh as I watch because He does not use the stairs. He runs at the trampoline full pelt, dives for the handle holds and swings…

I’m scraping the barrel. And it’s not a tub of chocolate sauce. It’s a container full of lack of sleep, no energy, of trying to get all the tasks done, of under the pump, no time to spare. Sometimes you want to get off the treadmill of life and stop awhile. When you had the time to stop you did not feel well enough to appreciate what you had, and things just passed you by. I’m claiming covid brain cause I can’t even remember what I did for 8 days previously. Now all deadlines have come back with a vengeance. I’m holding up my hand. I’m taking a deep calming…

I had resolved, even though I was not feeling well, that all my responses to my husband would be kind, considered, give him the benefit of the doubt…… and it did not go to plan. Again, I was grumpy. Thinking only of myself. Again, harsh words came from my lips. Again, I came away frustrated with myself, with the conversation, with how it had ended. Why did I not hold my tongue? Why did his words and actions frustrate me so? Really thinking about it I realised I wanted something that he was not giving me. Maybe something He could not give. Ever been there……..? Think about it this way.…

Willow came to her Mum, Melissa, one morning and shared some of the wisdom that she has been learning. “Did you know hedgehogs can’t see very well?” “How did you know that?” Melissa asked. “cos I watched it on a video.” “oh ok” “And some people can’t see either cos some people are blind.” Oh, so true, but are people blind because there is something wrong within their eyes or figuratively are they blind from just seeing what is in front of them? There is a great story in John 9 where a man born blind receives his sight from the action of Jesus in his life. Jesus had just…