this year

will be a very good year!  man, i don’t have an inch of negativity when i think about it, and i quite like the mystery too – who knows where this road is going to take us?!  i wont tell you what came up when i was talking to God about it, but here’s my scripture for the year:

           these are indeed strange days.
           dreams and legends spring to life out of the grass!


and the living is easy?

One of the things that I find hard about the summer (apart from feeling self-conscious in fewer and fewer clothes) is that it’s HOT.

[shocking, I know]

It’s too hot to do any work (my brain doesn’t like it), it’s too hot to sleep (until about midnight), it’s too hot to do anything active and fun (unless you don’t mind having a shower afterwards), and the NZ sun decrees that you can’t spend more than an hour (if you’re lucky) in its light anyway.  So, I’ve been up since 7am, getting stuff done and hoping it will rain today, so I can take my shoes off and splash around in the street 🙂

All this, and we’ve only had 2 hot days of summer so far …

And here’s a bit of Franz-Ferdinand-having-a-spiritual-kind-of-moment that I heard the other day:

So I’m sorry if I ever resisted
I never had a doubt that you ever existed
I only have a problem when people insist on
Taking their hate and placing it on your name

45 minutes to go, so …

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on, our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yuletide gay
From now on, our troubles will be miles away

Here we are, as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us
Once more

Through the years, we all will be together
If the fates allow
Hang a shining star above the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now


And so this is Christmas …

Sorry for the lack of writings here lately.

I waved my mummy & daddy goodbye at stupid o’clock on Wednesday morning, and am now looking forward to a solitary festive season of singing all the sad-and-lonely Christmas songs.  Not that I’m feeling sad or lonely tonight, but that is kind of what is expected of you in such circumstances, plus my Factory friends (the people I work with, setting up our Sojourn gathering) have all run off to some idyllic spot where they can be happily married and sit around waiting for sunsets to go walking in.  Bless their smitten little hearts …

For those of you who don’t know what it’s like to have Christmas in the summer, I do recommend it, but only once, for that is all you need to prove just how perfect a snug house and early darkness and fairy lights and snow on the lawn and mulled wine and bobble hat kind of Christmas is.  Barbeques are nice, but there’s only so much you can do with sausages, y’know?

Gimme Some Really Flipping Good Lyrics

I’m sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth, just gimme some truth

I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth, just gimme some truth

I’m sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mama’s little chauvinists
All I want is the truth, just gimme some truth now

I’ve had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now, just gimme some truth

All I want is the truth now, just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth, just gimme some truth
All I want is the truth, just gimme some truth

The Lionel Ritchie Wardrobe

I’ve been able to hang out with my lovely parents a bit more these last few days (including getting Dad soaked-and-grumpy in a forest while me & mum hid under trees :), and being together meant that, after waiting for A WHOLE WEEK, I was able to go into the Wardrobe.  That was last night …

I’m not a good movie reviewer, cos I either get things or I don’t, but it was really well done, wasn’t it (and the way they re-used that old Superman II set as Jadis’ palace really tickled me)?

High Points:  the flipping station scene at the beginning (I’ve never cried so early in a film before); MISTER FLIPPING TUMNAS!!!!; Lucy (of course, but EVERYONE is saying that, so I put her in the middle of my list just to be different); Finchley!; the family dynamics (I only have 1 sibling, so I find these things fascinating) and the children generally; the wonderful Professor; Edmund’s fur coat (and the sense of humour generally).

Low Points: did you SEE what those kids had to wear for their coronation?!

Average bits (ie. I’d hoped for better):  Father Christmas (they took his best line out); the winter-spring changeover (needed more time); the fox; the missing "Don’t you know who is the King of Beasts?" line and section.

Any additions?

Crying over Camels

It’s early morning, and I’ve managed to end up crying twice already: firstly from re-reading Luke’s poem for me (it’s lower down this page somewhere) and feeling shockingly accepted and loved; and then due to an email from my friend Becky.

It was ‘just an encouraging email’, but really, it was God speaking, and THERE IS NOTHING LIKE GOD SPEAKING – there just isn’t, especially when you need Him to but realise that you do.  He knows me, all the way through, inside and out, and in this email it was like Him just proving that.  Becky had a picture of me, kind of as a 5 year old (my DREAM COME TRUE!!!) dressed as a king in a nativity play.  Now, I know this is going to sound immensely soppy, but I was ALWAYS a shepherd (or even a narrator), never a king, and I didn’t realise how much I wanted to be a king until just now.  I mean, shepherds are cool and everything, but sometimes you just really want a camel and not a sheep.

And then she had a verse for me, and it just happens to be my favourite verse in the whole Bible.  It’s this one:

I have great confidence in you; I take great pride in you. I am greatly encouraged; in all our troubles my joy knows no bounds.  [2 Corinthians 7:4]

Sometimes the reason I love this verse is because it is so beautifully paternal – a daddy reassuring an insecure child (Paul was writing it to quite an insecure church) – but today, it’s the joy despite the troubles that touches me most.  Managing to be a joy and an encouragement to someone, despite causing them a load of bother, just screws with my head.  I’m not a perfectionist, but I prefer my imperfections to be private and non-afflicting to others.  I know I can’t do that with God (my private is not private to Him), and I wish I could, and that’s what makes it so horribly wonderful to hear Him saying that His joy has no bounds – it has no off limits.

And maybe He’s going to buy me a camel for Christmas too 🙂