Tuesday, 24 September 2013

On excess baggage and learning to trust.

Today I'm over at She Loves Magazine.

I love traveling. I love planning what I’m going to take, and which case I’m going to pack it in. I don’t like to show off, but I’m an expert packer. Five of us go on holiday for a fortnight with one bag of hand-luggage each. If you roll things really tightly you’ll be amazed how much you can cram in.

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http://shelovesmagazine.com/2013/light/

Friday, 20 September 2013

Five Minute Friday: She

It's Friday.
The day we link up at Lisa-Jo's place.
Today's prompt is SHE.



She used to be a dancer
That girl over there.

Not ballet or tap
But in worship.

She never knew she could until someone saw potential
And asked the question
And the rest
As they say is history.

She loved the way it made her feel
Stretchy
Bendy
Worshipful
Alive
Free

And when she danced
She danced for the Father
Who knew her
Saw her
Loved her

She danced alone
In small groups
On small stages
And once at a top London venue

But still for Him
Always for Him

She never hung up her dancing shoes because she never had any.
But it all stopped after a while
New roles
and new responsibilities took their place.

And now that dancer is wrapped in layers
Of motherhood
And chocolate
And life.

She used to be a dancer
That girl in the mirror.

She dances rarely now.
But when she does she smiles
And laughs
And sings along.
And catches a glimpse of a future day
When the music will start
And she'll dance in the arms of the Father
Who still knows
Still sees
Still loves.

Monday, 16 September 2013

How do you do it?

A plastic measuring jug made me cry today.
You know how cheap and nasty they can be.
Actually it wasn't the jug's fault,
More a combination of straws and camels.

The day started at Frankie & Benny's.
I love a breakfast meeting
All that list making over eggs and bacon.
This one was with Ryan and Chris.
Our last free day together before Ryan goes to Uni.
Lots to accomplish;
And the realisation for me that my first-born
Is really and truly flying the nest.

I left them in PC World buying a laptop
And went on to Sainsburys to do the food shop.
I can never resist a wander round their home dept
And it was there I found a fleece throw.
That's its official title.
In reality I thought it could go on his bed at uni.
In case he gets chilly, officially.

In my mind it's soft and warm and comforting
In case he's a bit homesick.
And as I rested it against my face I was instantly transported to 1994
And my precious boy was snuggled up in his blanket
In my arms
Heartbeat to heartbeat
Cheek to cheek
Breath on breath
Warm
Safe
Mine

I did the shopping with a lump in my throat.
And on the way out remembered about the jug.
The price of 49p thrilled me!
But it was the final straw

You see
I know about the roots and wings
I know that love gives freedom to those we love
I know it's a rite of passage
I know we've raised an independent young man who can fend for himself.
I know he can even use the washing machine
I know he can cook ish
I know he'll be fine
What I don't know is this....

How on earth can you bear to let them go?

Tuesday, 3 September 2013

For my sons.

Your life brought new life to mine.
From the first moment
That blue line shouted
I'm here!

Squirming
Wriggling
Growing in secret.

You heard my heartbeat loud and strong.
And when I heard your answering one
I breathed
Relief
Assurance
Hope.

I never understood
What being Mum to you would mean.
That in caring for you
I would learn to love
Deeper
Harder
Stronger.
How in loving you
I would become more of myself.

Thank you for helping me learn the craft of motherhood.
For the laughter
Fun
Questions
Anger
Fear
Tears that you bring.
And for the love
Deep, deep love.

As you set off on your new adventures
Know how proud I am of you
How amazed I am that you are mine
That in loving you, I grow closer to God himself.

Hold your head high as a child of God.
Live
Learn
Laugh
Love
Be who you are
Precious and dearly loved.