Singular Scene

So Singular in Each Particular

Thoughts in Recline

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Bed blogging today – I know, it’s Monday but I am still sick and so looking after myself and working from home (the beauty of having a web based role!!). Have been very productive so far and totally edited my wiblinks… lots of lovely new ones up there so click through and say hi!! Actually they are mostly chick blogs so will have a fairly specific audience!!!

I am a teensy bit excited as I decided to treat myself to concert tickets to hear Harry Connick Jr at the Sydney Opera House in January… I am a subscriber to the OH newsletter and get presale tickets so no need to queue for tickets or sit and wait on the phone. Yippee, finally something I want to see/hear !!… I have lived in Sydney for almost 6 years and this will be the first time I have actually been inside the Opera House for a performance… I have goosebumps already. And when you add that Harry is playing with the Symphony Orchestra I have goosebumps on goosebumps!!!

Sunday Fever

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I am thick, my dose is blocked, my head hurts and my throat is sore. I also seem to have misplaced my voice… Please let me know if you find it…

Ooh yuck, I have a cold sore too.

(Sorry for the graphic.)

Still, I found it within my power to go to lunch with Bliss at her favourite Sydney restaurant where I filled up on steak and onion rings (which are good medicine aren’t they?) and a coldie. We strolled down the corso (pic below) and then it was off to dessert from the best gelato shop outside of Italy.

Now I am wrecked! But have managed to get the washing off the line and into the drier to finish off… Tidy the living room and have a lovely long chat to my grandmother.

I believe I need to learn to take it easier…

Sigh.

Heart Strings

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*we intterupt normal transmissions of trivial nature to bring you this rather thoughtful message.*
[Note to non church going readers: regular mention made of God… (the one in the Bible)]

As I mentioned yesterday we are in the middle of our annual ‘chickfest’ at church. There are around 2000 delegates and crew wandering around the premises and 99 percent of them are chicks. The place smells great, sounds great and looks pretty all in the name of making them feel welcome! I love that about our church.

That’s not the point of course. The point is that there are a whole bunch of totally brilliant speakers here to minister to the masses and I am stoked to have had the opportunity to go and hear a lot of what they brought with them to say.

Something one of them said has caused me to do some thinking… That’s the way it ususally happens, I will hear all this brilliant stuff but one thing always sticks out or challenges me.

It’s this.

My God has a string on my heart. I am wholly in charge of how far I take the string away from him, or how close I get. I can look for all the world like the string is short but in reality can be a real long way away from God… You know it right?… your hands are raised well high in church… you are serving coffee and tea after the service… you are at every meeting and event… but you know inside that the string is long and all the flitting around is for the sake of everyone who sees you, not for you…

*ouch*

I realised how easy it is for me to make the string look short… Let’s face it, I work at church and am here ALL the time… but when I am distancing myself from God I find I am less available to sing… on a break… less inclined to go to services… less inclined to turn my heart and ear towards him and pray or put down my novel in favour of my Bible.

So, here’s me …I’ve been on a long string – for a long time… It is easy for me to do life alone – I am an independent, single minded, capable woman of the world!

But here’s the thing…

I actually miss having him (you know… God) around. I mean, not that he ever leaves but that awareness of him, and his pleasure and his favour fades. And it makes church and church life become a ritual not a pleasure.

So, the chickfest, inspite of it’s total girlyness (and we all know how I feel about that!! (See post from Oct 20) has been a real cool thing. It made me shorten the string and I am very happy about that.

*resume normal transmission of trivia*

Blue Days and Angels

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Sis took the Babe home today
+ Bliss landed me with the news she could be leaving tomorrow…
+ Sleep deprivation
+ PMS
= I have been crying all day.

Don’t you love that God shows up on days like that? As I drove home from the airport, tears streaming down my face, I thought about wanting a hug from Dad (who lives in NZ) and sifted through my mind to find a suitable alternative for such a Dad type hug.

Answer? Crabman my former principal and good friend. So I whisperd to God… “it would be great to get a hug from him”

I could have gone and sought him out, he works for the same institution as me, but the place is crawling with close to 2000 people at the moment while our annual chick fest is on. But true to God’s form, as I pulled up to park Crabman was there loading stuff into the car. He saw me, put down his gear and gave me a hug, asking me how I was …

*Niagra Falls*

Just like a Dad he took me out for coffee, showed me his house which is on the verge of being finished, then, when I was feeling more together he dropped me off back at the office with a blessing.

If you believe in God, who cares enough to send the very best, you just gotta love that he sees those bad days and hears the prayers and sends angels like Crabman.