Being thanked for something I said, being of use in someone’s life. Drumming for the first time in about 4 weeks. Getting it very very wrong but laughing and being laughed at. Home to House.
The month of May.
Usually in my world, for some unknown reason, May is a depressing month, I get sad and down and generally mope around. This, coupled with my general less than cheery outlook on life leads to much misery. Which is silly because this is the sunny warm happy month. As I was on the train enjoying the sunshine today I decided to fight back against May and 365 (note it has now become a verb) for the rest of the month. So 31 it is, a revival of the things to be thankful for, a revival of delighting in the details. Already I can feel my brain not wanting to put down the merely good things about a day, it wants to moan and mope. But there is joy out there, there is stuff that is cool out there, and there are beautiful things to be thankful for.
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My encouraging parents:
An e-mail Mum sent to me: “Your blog is boring!! nothing has been added since 3rd April – why not?”
Conversation between Dad and Kath:
Kath: “Are you looking forward to coming to see me at the weekend?”
Dad: “Only if the weather is nice…”
I might get a complex soon, and then they’d have to pay for the counselling . Ha.
One man and a tunnel.
Over the last few months excitement has built up in the Arnold family as finally the tunnel project my Dad has been working on has started to be built. To understand the significance of this you have to go back to about 20 years ago when Dad first started working on the scheme. Yes. 20 years ago. I think Dad might have had a happier life if he’d have just got paid to bang his head against a brick wall for 20 years. After many starting and stopping it’s finally being done and I am proud of my Dad. He project manages this scheme. And if you clicky click here you’ll see his tunnel and about 30 seconds of him saying something about boring machines (hehe).
Random thoughts.
There has to be an outlet for my random meanderings. (well there doesn’t have to be, that’s more of a wish thing. But bear with me…) Here is as good a place as any to swirl the thoughts of my brain around. So some from the last week for future recollection, fear not, they are not particularly profound.
I like boys. (see not profound at all). My life has become lacking in boys recently and I’m glad to see that trend being reversed, on the whole they are lots of fun.
I love praying when it really is just about talking to God and not impressing the people around you. Times when you laugh a lot at the random stuff that comes out of our heads sometimes and people do things as simple as tell Jesus they love Him. (note to self, start really praying like that more often.)
I’m not sure REM’s new album is a return to form. It’s better than the in parts tedious Around the Sun, but it’s nowhere near as good as In Time and Automatic. I could be wrong. The guitars are loud and fast and that is swaying me to be kind to it.
It turns out there is a God who is at work in this world. Three conversations already this week have made me smile at seeing His work in peoples lives and hearts. I sense the words privilege-to-do-this-job rising to the surface so I’ll hastily carry on before I skip further down the path of jargon phrases.
This one is for Anna H: We’ve got to bring people to the fountain of life, and we’ve got to be drinking deeply ourselves. There is no point just running cups of water to people without drinking ourselves, there is no point people being dependant on us. There is every point in bringing people to Jesus and watching as they encounter him and are changed.
There really is no better way to spend your Saturday than a walk in the wind on the downs, downing cups of tea, watching Top Gear repeats and then feasting on a banquet of lush food. Mmmm.
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