Life moves along.

Which is another way of saying that I’m sitting in front of my computer, home alone this week again as my housemate completes the fourth camp of the summer (really I should give her an award when she gets home) wanting to burble stuff onto a screen. The last couple of days have been full of preparation for the wedding of the century. I now have bridesmaid shoes, Roz has lovely hair worked out for the day and today we found three small girls some pretty dresses for their trip up the aisle as flower girls. All in all a successful couple of days. Good to do family things, good to help out and very wonderful to see the extension of our family. However weird change gets at times, the overwhelming thought at the moment is that such change is a Good Thing.

Life is just happening at the moment, and I’m attempting to go with it, attempting to ride the waves and find the constant melody playing through the ups, downs, roundabouts and junctions. U2 wrote this down better than I. The days change, they are good, bad, indifferent, ecstatic, joyful, mundane, beautiful, hazy, tired and more. This I live with. These things happen. Some days are better than others, and the lesson of the summer is: that is OK. Some days I wake up and believe, some days I find it the hardest thing in the world. None of these days are the things to look to for reassurance or fear. Something deeper holds me, and in that hold life can rumble along, the bad days and the good days come and go. They aren’t my barometer of reality. That only comes in the shape of a wooden cross.

“Some days are dry, some days are leaky
Some days come clean, other days are sneaky
Some days take less, but most days take more
Some slip through your fingers and onto the floor
Some days you’re quick, but most days you’re speedy
Some days you use more force than is necessary
Some days just drop in on us
Some days are better than others

Some days it all adds up
And what you got is not enough
Some days are better than others

Some days are slippy, other days sloppy
Some days you can’t stand the sight of a puppy
Your skin is white but you think you’re a brother
Some days are better than others

Some days you wake up with her complaining
Some sunny days you wish it was raining
Some days are sulky, some days have a grin
And some days have bouncers and won’t let you in

Some days you hear a voice
Taking you to another place
Some days are better than others

Some days are honest, some days are not
Some days you’re thankful for what you’ve got
Some days you wake up in the army
And some days it’s the enemy

Some days are work, most days you’re lazy
Some days you feel like a bit of a baby
Lookin’ for Jesus and His mother
Some days are better than others

Some days you feel ahead
You’re making sense of what she said
Some days are better than others

Some days you hear a voice
Taking you to another place
Some days are better than others”

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