Singular Scene

So Singular in Each Particular

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.

No Further Enlightened.

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Ok… so you are busting a gut to hear the latest on Tez… and here it is…

He rocked up at the appointed time. A kiss hello (*blushes*… a peck on the cheek since you ask!) and so Idol begins. I make a point of not giving details of Idol as it is a personal principle of mine not to blog about TV… (Just so you know and so can keep me accountable…)

Idol ends, dinner is done, seconds scarfed down as well. And Sis and Tez and me have lots of lovely chat. Topics are wide and varied and of no particular interest to readers. Meanwhile, I am still mystified by the unexpected nature of his attention! (and just so you don’t go getting your hopes up… to date, I am still mystified!)

Sis packs up and heads to bed fairly early due to anticipated ungodly wake up call from the Babe… Tez and me meander through the dishes… which HE cleared up and washed without any insistence from me *gasp*. Too good to be true really! Conversation continued and began to go in the direction of tragic dating (recent and not so recent) histories – both his AND mine… Then the hour reaches the point at which it could be called late and as I leave the room to go to the bathroom he asks me if I want to go to bed …

*GASP*

I put my head around the door and raise my eyebrows in question like fashion… He shrinks in the chair and says “Not with me!!”

And so we laugh, finish our cups of tea and I see him out the door on the receiving end of another peck on the cheek. And, I haven’t heard from him since…

See what I mean?

Mystifying…

I Don’t Believe It

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I have talked about Tez before but you might have to read back to get the full picture… He’s that one single guy that every girl has in her circle of friends who comes across as interested but never does anything about it… I am still not even sure how I would respond if he did actually make a move… I think we have fancied each other on and off for about 5 years but never at the same time!!

Anyway, we had a farewell party on Saturday night for Bliss who has been talking about leaving for months but still hasn’t gone…. All the usual suspects were there… and some of the non usual ones. It was a very low key evening, Babe (my tiny house guest) slept through the whole thing so we were the picture of cosmopolitan social circles as we served up a feast and mingled, wined (hmmm wine… lovely stuff) and dined the night away.

So, Tez was there. We hardly got to speak because I was being the gracious hostess and doing the mingle thing. Of course Surf (sigh… why isn’t he older???) was there and as we always spend lots of time chatting which made it it even harder to get across the room to touch base with Tez… SO imagine my surprise when I get an email today from none other than Tez himself asking me what I am doing tonight and inviting himself around to watch Australian Idol… (which I WILL be watching… but you didn’t hear it from me ok?)!

Hope he isn’t wanting a serious chat… can’t help wondering if he thought things were looking a little cosy with Surf and thought he might just have to jump in!! Of course he could just be doing the hanging with my homies watching idol thing!!!!

I am just a teensy bit mystified … he NEVER suggests the plan… if we ever hook up it’s all down to me to organize…

Hmmm the other alternative is that he thought Sis (married) was a fox and wanted to hang out with her…