will someone please translate - "Auld Lang Syne"
Well I have just one thing to say to 2007....
in the words of Douglas Adams.... and mine....
"so long and thanks for all the dishes!!"
I have just one thing to say about "New Years Eve"...
in the words of my Dad...
I have just one thing to say to 2008
in the words of me...
"look out coz here I come!!!"
and One last thing....
remember Jesus said...
in the words of Arnold Schwarzeneger ( I hope I spelt it right)...
"I'll be Back!!!"
see you all next year!!!!
31 Dec. 2007
will someone please translate - "Auld Lang Syne"
30 Dec. 2007
23 Dec. 2007
21 Dec. 2007
I receive this email often, and this one i wanted to pass on.
Light For The Dark Side of Christmasby Jon Walker
Watch for this: A girl who is presently a virgin will get pregnant. She'll bear a son and name him Immanuel (God-With-Us). (Isaiah 7:14b, MSG)
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As I write this, I am sitting in a fast food restaurant and over there … see her there, pretty in pink … this young girl, maybe five-years-old, is celebrating an early Christmas with her mother.
Her presents are spread out across the booth and … listen … she just said, “I miss you, Mommy.”
“I miss you too, baby,” her mother says.
My eyes move beyond their booth, and I see a woman casually, but carefully, watching them. Trained as a journalist to observe, I put it all together: The watching woman is a social worker, and she is supervising a structured visit for mother and child, who are doing the best they can to celebrate Christmas in the booth of a fast food restaurant. A few minutes later, the foster parents arrive to take the girl home with them while the mother leaves alone.
There is a darker side of Christmas that we rarely acknowledge. We create this fantasy of the perfect homecoming that rarely matches reality – even in the best of homes. There are many of us whose Christmas memories are full of tension, not tinsel.
Some of us know that the holidays are just another excuse for Mommy to get drunk or for Daddy to be with his new family. It’s a reminder that the one we love the most is far away – perhaps never coming back – or the relative we love the least will be placing his hands somewhere they shouldn’t be.
Would it surprise you to know that the suicide rate is extraordinarily high in December, and that depression is as common as joy to the world? I suspect there are far more people who hurt at Christmas than we would initially imagine. They find misery in mistletoe, and they have a sneaking suspicion that “ornament” is rooted in the word “ornery.”
For those tired of the hollow hope and the false fantasies of Christmas, the Good News is that God is with us. A virgin gives birth to a son, and his name is Immanuel (God-With-Us). (Isaiah 7:14)
What does this mean?
· Trust the baby in the manager – The babe in the manger came to give you good news, and it’s not the kind of good news that will dissipate tomorrow when the bad news arrives. You may be just hanging on by a thread, and you may not be able to see it yet, but the HOPE is here.
· Trust the baby born in heartbreaking conditions – That baby in the manger came to heal your broken heart. You may be bleeding inside, and for you Christmas is just another reminder of what might have been – “if only.” Jesus will heal your broken heart. You may not be able to feel it yet, but the HOPE is here. Trust the baby born in smelly, unsanitary, heartbreaking conditions.
· Trust the baby who grew to be a man of sorrow – He became a man acquainted with sorrow. He knew the true condition of the human heart. The baby in the manger came to help you make the right decisions. You may be so captive to drugs, alcohol, or pornography that you don’t even know how you can get help –if you’re even able to figure out that you need help. You may be in so much bondage that you can’t even see it, but the HOPE is here. Trust the baby, who did not stay in the manger, but grew to be a man facing difficult choices.
· Trust the baby who teaches us to live above our circumstances – That baby in the manger will help you live above your circumstances. You no longer have to be prisoner to the “what ifs” of life – what if I had a better job, what if I had a better marriage, what if I had a better life? I know it’s hard to see past the prison walls, but the HOPE is here. Trust the baby in the manger, whose circumstances led him from a poor beginning to a violent execution.
· Trust the baby who brings us a hope-filled Christmas – Bring him the ashes of your life and he’ll give you beauty; bring him the mourning in your life, and he’ll give you joy.
© 2007 Jon Walker. All rights reserved.
Jolly, Holy Christmas Quiz – We know there were three wise men, some frankincense and myrrh, and a huge star on the first Christmas Day. Plus there were shepherds watching their flock on a cold, silent night in winter, a little drummer boy, and the littlest angel … wait a minute, how much of this is tradition, and how much of it is based in the Bible. You may be surprised at what you find in this Biblical Christmas Quiz, available at http://www.gracecreates.com/.
Jon Walker is writer/pastor for the Web site www.GraceCreates.com.
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19 Dec. 2007
By what means can God speak to us?
Can He speak through a secular movie with magic (OH NO!!) and an old man dying?
Yesterday 3 ladies and 5 little sons went to the movies. Mister Magorium was on the menu, along with popcorn and lollies for some.
The movie was a bit of fun and I laughed loudly often. My kids watched wonderfully between quirms and crunching popcorn and slurping "non-blue" ;) Pop-tops.
There was a little bit about a nicely varnished block of wood (approx 5"x5"x5" in dimension)... Mr Magorium hinted that it was indeed more than it seemed... if only you believed....
I saw then it was something that God was speaking to me about... first I thought He was telling me to "think outside the square", then, No, He was saying I should "think outside the CUBE"....
That God could do anything... and that I should never put Him in a box!
I realise it is so easy to forget, and think of GOD and all his wonders of love, hope, mercy, grace, power, might, etc, from our worldly perspective. Putting God within the bounds of our understanding is like saying that God is no more capable of stuff than we are.... GET REAL!
God is beyond anything we see, feel, hear, know, or can believe. Our Brains in our current predicament can not understand or comprehend God's Immensity and Everything!
So basically I need to Believe That GOD is Possible and Able to do far beyond my wildest imagination... I need to believe that God can and will do the impossible.
So I pray that from this time on I will think outside the cube and not in my humanity try to put God in His immensity, into a box. Father let me just believe... Amen
And guess what ??..... The movie also spoke to one of my friends that watched it with us... and what God showed her was through a completely different scene in the movie... and God spoke to her about something completly different... but that is her story to tell :)
I wonder who else has a story to tell????
18 Dec. 2007
29 Nov. 2007
My Sister is finally getting married
My Dad has a new girlfriend
My ex husband is engaged to his girlfriend
My Mum is moving interstate to be with her man
And I have a fresh slate, a new beginning.
Point of view:
I am learning continually that attitude is a choice. Or rather God is reminding me constantly of the fact that I can choose to view things positively or negatively.
It is easy to look at things at face value and with a worldly attitude, to see with a negative eye.
It takes practice and a keen eye to find the positives in a typically negative situation.
My life has been one long good excuse to be grumpy! God however has gifted me with optimism. I have always tried to see a smile and a positive in life around me.
That is until recently. I have struggled for a number of years now since the failing of my marrige, to see the positives. Depression has often tried to claim me for its own. Often it has succeeded.
I am beginning to think tho that in reality, I have a choice to believe the constant negatives of depression (and cuddle up to it for comfort), or I can praise God for His gift optimism and find the things to smile about and get on with living.
I certainly dont propose that it is easy, rather I think that it is a daily and moment by moment decision to choose either the comfort and sympathy of depression or the life and victory and joy of the attitude of Christ.
I think that maybe depression is just a nasty habit for me that I need to stand against every moment until it's hold on me has been broken.
Today is a new day.
Life is a reason to be happy!
28 Nov. 2007
Hey this is from an email circulating...
> www.whalesrevenge.com is trying to get a million people to sign a petition
> to stop whaling.
> If you could tell as many people as you can about the website, that would be
> a great help.
> Thanks for your support and remember to sign the petition.
Pass this link on please!
27 Nov. 2007
12 Nov. 2007
Often is is much easier to write about my life, emotions, thoughts and struggles, than it is to actually speak of them out loud to others. Even when I know a select few of my friends will read my blog from time to time. I often fill pages of an exercise book with my ventings, and occasionally I voice them here. I dont know why really, but assume I am not alone in doing so on the net. Perhaps it is the comfort that someone is listening (reading) and that someone may understand. Anyway forgive my "ventings", "heat of the moment" and "woe is me" writings. I find something cheery to write again soon, I am sure.
Matthew 7:15-19 (NIV)
15"Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves. 16By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles? 17Likewise every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. 18A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit. 19Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.
Now more than ever before I know what this passage means. I have been struggling a lot of late; I know that it began when I met the Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing. Only this time, the wolf was dressed as my “prince charming” (of sorts).
I’ll not go into many details, but, he said all the right things (in the beginning), as if he knew all the right buttons to push, and knew how to make the most of my vulnerability and trusting nature. Whether he set out to accomplish what he did, I don’t know. Maybe he was a victim of the devil’s schemes as well?? Maybe. Even the devil can quote bible passages and pretend!!!
In the end though, I could no longer deny the sins in his life, and the sins I was committing through association with him.
I realised that he was not going to stop anytime soon, while I was seeing him. I realised that despite my ultimatum, I was as good as condoning his sin by being with him! So I called it off. I thought maybe for a short time, but as the following 2 weeks passed, many things were revealed to me by God and by those closest to me.
I reflected on our relationship and realised the amount of lies that came from his mouth! My dad then revealed that the “wolf” had made a derogatory remark to my Dad’s ex-girlfriend (who I am close to) and then proceeded to put the hard word on her!!! As to why they didn’t tell me when it happened I have NO_IDEA! It would have saved me a further two months of crap with a lying drug addicted selfish hypocrite! He is nothing like the man I knew 16years ago!
Yes I am Angry!! I have nightmares over it still and its been nearly 2 months since I spoke to him. What is painful, tho is that he lives only 2 houses away from me and I hear his distinctive sounding vehicle drive many times a day!
I want to yell at him and scream at him!!! But I am also afraid to. He is a strong man. It is as if he still has some hold over me!
I’m ranting I know but I gotta get it out of me. Its eating me!
I’ve asked God’s forgiveness, but I can’t break free of how dirty and used and hurt I feel.
How could I be so deceived?
Now I know, reading the above passage... You can tell them by their fruits!!!!!
Please Lord let me not be so blind again!!!!!
11 Nov. 2007
God often reminds me of this psalm:
1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust."
3 Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare and from the deadly pestilence.
4 He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
5 You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day,
6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday.
7 A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.
8 You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked.
9 If you make the Most High your dwelling— even the LORD, who is my refuge-
10 then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways;
12 they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
13 You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
14 "Because he loves me," says the LORD, "I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation."
Journey within me
I lie on my bed, my pillows high, hound beside me and emotion thundering in my ears.
The ache in my throat tells the tale of unuttered sorrow and despair.
Tears run down my face, oozing from barely seeing eyes.
I am full of grief and sad words of memories and hurt.
Here I could stay the rest of my days, but duty forces me to move, regretfully.
I know I should do more, but desire defeats me.
I would sleep all the days and nights through, but for the little ones who need me.
I need them to save me from my brokenness of heart.
My heart broken countless times barely has enough substance left to hold together.
The scars harden my face to them in the world that they might not journey within me
and be trapped too in my fortress of walls and lose all desire to leave
I am deluded I know that I am safe only in here.
But I shy away from all in case they may harm me, hurt me, or make my heart bleed.
On occasion I dare to speak of some of my demise to one whom I take the leap of faith to trust.
It is more a cry for one to understand, perhaps to help.
I do not cry for attention for attention only makes me vulnerable to harm.
I have poured myself into addictions, to distract myself from me.
But disdain drives me to pry myself away again from their evil lure.
Then I am left with nothing again to fly me away from all that reminds me of my desperate loneliness and despair.
I fear I will be swallowed or drowned.
Only one can save me now.
But to Him mostly I am lost for words or too afraid to voice my shame.
I do not want to stay here...
But I have forgotten how to leave.
Labels: Poetry and Prose
15 Oct. 2007
Whales... whales and more whale bones...
Seems to have been a minor epidemic of beached whales and whale bones washed up around here. Sad but true! Boys and I visited whale carcas at livingston bay recently (as per blog) and forgot to take a pic of it... not that it was very nice at all to see. Then we were told of a whale washed up at piccininie ponds so we went to investigate. Turned out it was skeletal remains. We took Rob's best friend and Mum down there with us another day, and discovered another part skeleton further down the beach. Here are some photos from our little expeditions.
Parental guidence recommended....
8 Oct. 2007
31 Aug. 2007
14 Aug. 2007
3 Jun. 2007
Sean isnt too keen on the crust, but Rob did this big speel on how good crusts are for the teeth and gums.... Good on ya Rob!
1 Jun. 2007
Okie dokie, Ive bought a 1kg bag of fine polenta (cornmeal) with a hope to cook something healthy with it for me and the boys.... but errr after an evening of poking around the net looking ... and still having not much of an idea, I thought Id ask my fellow bloggers out there...
So my worldwide friends, have you any favourite tried and tested recipes you could help a helpless wanna-be-healthy aussie mum :)
Pretty please with funny yellow looking polenta on top :D
Ive heard you can do a breaky type thing with polenta??? Or add it to bread doughs???
but i may be wrong.
I look forward to hearing from you
Labels: our food revolution...
25 May 2007
THis is My ZAC :)
TOday is the 3rd anniversary of his birth....
I remember it SOOOOO well ;)
just before 3 in the morning, I was in hospital, having been induced, and the doctor had gone home, and Brendan the dad had gone home, and I was having a bath when all of a HOOLEY DOOLEY! sudden Zac wanted to come out! I was screaming out to the midwife (an ancient "battle-axe" who I'd been warned about, and told "whatever you do dont get HER!")
I was in tremendous pain, the midwife hadnt given me any painkillers, and was desperately trying to get out of the bath without slipping over. Eventually she heard my cries and helped me out and back to my room. I was begging her for something for the pain, and all she did was tell me I was not to PUSH! How do you not when the whole of your body is trying to???
So I clenched and "crossed my legs" as hard as I could, but I knew it was no use... I have never been in so much pain in my life!!!! even with the other two, it wasnt as bad.
The midwife eventually let me have some gas after I started screaming from the pain. Yay
It didnt do much. she left me and called the doctor and brendan. Brendan arrived 10 mins before he was born, and the doctor arrived only 3 mins before Zac was born.
I could feel him turning the baby inside me, to get him out.
THen he was born.... what a relief!!!!!!!
THen the doctor wisked him to the table with all the machines... they were quiet.
Zac wasnt crying.
I asked what was wrong.
The doc said that the cord had been wrapped around Zac's neck and they were giving him oxygen.
Then The cry came :)
and Zac was placed in my arms.
Oh what Joy after so much pain!
The first photo is of zac only 10 mins after he was born.
He was beautiful, My son, A beautiful Gift from God!
Zac William we called him, why you may ask...
Well we had used up all the cool names with Robert Bruce, and Sean Liam, and we got to the end of the baby name book, and the last name was Zac. Brendan Approved.
But what was even more special to me about the name was its meaning:
I knew straight away that this was the right name. I knew that God was saying to me that He remembered my first pregnancy, which didnt last very long, only six weeks, but I had still deep down grieved, and blamed myself for.
God was saying to me that He remembered, and that Zac was His gift to me, so that I should grieve no more.
Zac has been a pleasure, he nearly always has a smile on his dial!
He was the one that slept!!!!
Even when Brendan left when he was only 6 and a half months old, he was a comfort to me. My boys have all been a comfort and joy to me!
And now He is three!
He was born
at 2:53am Tuesday 25th of May 2004
he weighed 4.33kg / 9lb 9oz
He was 51 cms in length.
and His feet were huge! they were just over 10cm long - 4inches.
Now He is 99cm tall!!! and Beautiful!
this wednesday gone tho, he had a little accident while mucking around in the lounge room with Sean....
He managed somehow to smash his mouth on the arm of the couch!
My stomach still churns at the thought, emergency, EMERGENCY!!!! I rang his dad and he came rushing home from work to help and see what to do.... He is always much more sensible and level headed when disaster strikes - me, well I was a mess... which didnt help Zac much at all. It seemed like his whole mouth was full of blood. I praise God that A special friend of mine was here at the time, and she seemed to cope much better than me! She took sean with her and picked up Robbie from school for me.
Brendan arrived, zac had stopped crying and had settled quite comfortably in my arms. Brendan checked him out, and said there wasnt much we could do, he tried to push zac's tooth back into its socket but it wouldnt go. It was still in place, but was hanging a lot lower than the other teeth. Brendand didnt want to cause Zac anymore pain than neccessary. Luckily it is his baby tooth, so hopefully his adult tooth will come through properly :)
We had soup and bread for tea.... and zac complained a bit. I put him in my bed for the night, so I could be near him, to hear him if he needed me.
the Next morning he didnt want breaky because he thought that he would hurt his tooth, but I managed to get him to eat it. We went to playgroup, and it was hurting him, and appeared as if it was dropping further from the socket, so I thought well, it is not going to stay there. So I asked Zac if He wanted me to take it out, and he said "yes please mummy" so I got some paper towel, and gently pulled it out... it came out extremely easy and Zac didnt cry once! My brave little man! I felt a bit queasy after that ! and Zac was the happiest he'd been since before he hurt it!
So all is well now, we just have to wait for his gum to heal and the big bruise on his bottom lip to go away. THere is a very happy smiling face of Zac, above ^ with his little gappy smile :)
Then a little after we had a birthday song and Cake for Zac and Mallory (she is 2 days older than Zac and her mum and I were just down the hall from each other at the hospital).
THe photo above shows mallory and Zac blowing the candles out, along with a very enthusiastic 1 yo boy - Travis, who was determined to make sure the candles didnt stay alight for long!!
So today is His special day and he's currently enjoying it quite well... playing trains on the lounge room carpet.
22 May 2007
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