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I did it, I did it, I did it, I did! I plugged up my nostrils  and lifted the lid, and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be although it wouldn't be fit for our tea!! So what other jobs am I putting off doing because I think they'll be  too hard or confusing? At least the mince is now gone, hip horray! I think that's enough housework done for one day!! The back story..... This poem is the conclusion of the mince saga as described in last week's blog.   Sometimes the small things become big things in my thinking.  I could use this mince bowl as a metaphor for many other, little jobs that needed doing in my life that I've avoided simply because I have thought of them as 'too hard' and so mentally put them on the shelf. (Sometimes physically too!!) So what's the take home message for me?   Reduce the drama of the situation in my brain, tell myself the truth, that 'this' (whatever it is) is probably not as big of

A small bowl of mince, so intimidating, and I'm sitting here contemplating, exactly how long it has been in the fridge, and what varied odours will live in its midst. Each time I see it set there on the shelf I thank God for Glad wrap  and make note to self, "Sort that mince later," but 'later' comes not. The job seems to hazardous, best be forgot. So the mince bowl has taken on  quite a persona, full of evil intent. The laughter gets louder, and reaches my ears  from the depths of the fridge, "You're scared of me now and my stinky stink stink!" But then I come to my senses and think, "Why don't I just sort it? It's just one bowl of mince!!" The back story...... I'm sure we all can think of some small task that, if we had completed it immediately, it would save some inner turmoil later on.  This was one of those tasks!! My encouragement to you and to myself is simply this.  Tasks that w

Shine bright Shine bright, don't stand back, the world needs your light. You have something to offer no one else can get right. Your flavour, your colour,  your take on the world. Your perspective and outlook, your voice needs to be heard. You're a one of a kind, an original version, unique, well considered,  a handcrafted person. Our differences aren't to be something to fear. They are to be valued, cherished and held dear. So when you feel like you are odd one out, and none understand  when your uniqueness comes out, Chin up buttercup! Just bloom even more! Your bravery encourages others to soar, high above clouds  of mediocrity, to be their own light shining bright for the whole world to see. The back story..... My husband and I are moving to a new city in two weeks .   As I've been processing the move, my thoughts have largely centred on the different people that I am privileged to know and be close to here.  Each of

What if I can? What if I try? What if I step off the cliff and fly? What if the things that I love to do are meant to inspire someone such as you? What if I start and I make a mistake? What will 'they' say What remarks will 'they' make? But what if I get to the end of my days and have not but tried all my talents remain? What if I do and the results far exceed what I thought all that would be achieved? So why don't you dream? What if you try What if you step off the cliff and fly? The back-story This poem is written as an encouragement to myself and to you, that you are made with a capacity to dream and also the ability to make that dream/those dreams a reality.  For me God is an integral part of those dreams.  I believe He's the one who has given us the ability to have them in the first place and, when they are honouring to Him, He helps us to fulfil them My hope for you, as you read this poem and the poems to come, is th

The tree is laid bare not a leaf to be seen Disillusionment real hope a far, distant dream The season you're in is a dry, barren thing The prayers that you've uttered have brought not a thing "God are you listening?!" Your heart cries aloud Hopes and dreams scattered bereft on the ground "When will my dreams be fulfilled and realised? Or will I stay in this desert with the tears that I've cried?" He says to you, "Child I hold your dreams close What is precious to you matters to me the most I am shaping you still even though you can't see What the purpose for this fire can possibly be, Trust me, just trust me, My thoughts not your own My ways are not your ways I'll not leave you alone Trust in my love and I'll make all things new My timing is perfect and I know what to do," So let yourself rest in Almighty God's hands Let his love raise you up so you can once again Be sure that He&#