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Hey there,

So I have recently been warned of the fact that adverts have been appearing at the bottom of my posts for awhile. I had not seen them, been warned about them, and actually have a wonderful extension called Adblock which means I don’t see adverts ever, at all, I like it this way.

However, for those of you who have seen them I do apologise, I do not endorse them and many of them repulse me. I would suggest Adblock, or a similar service, so you don’t have to deal with any of the rubbish anyway, but otherwise I have a few plans to deal with it: Continue reading

God So Loved The World


Then Jesus went with them to a place called Gethsemane, and he said to his disciples, “Sit here, while I go over there and pray.” And taking with him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, he began to be sorrowful and troubled. Then he said to them, “My soul is very sorrowful, even to death; remain here, and watch with me.” And going a little farther he fell on his face and prayed, saying, “My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as you will.” And he came to the disciples and found them sleeping. And he said to Peter, “So, could you not watch with me one hour? Watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.” Again, for the second time, he went away and prayed, “My Father, if this cannot pass unless I drink it, your will be done.” And again he came and found them sleeping, for their eyes were heavy. So, leaving them again, he went away and prayed for the third time, saying the same words again. Then he came to the disciples and said to them,“Sleep and take your rest later on. See, the hour is at hand, and the Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. Rise, let us be going; see, my betrayer is at hand.”
Matthew 26: 36-46, ESV

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Where There’s A Will There’s A Way; or Deciding What Happens Without Us


Since before Cub’s birth I have been thinking about the responsibilities that are mounting up and what would happen if tragically our lives were to end suddenly. It has meant that we have started to think far more seriously about worryingly grown-up subjects like life insurance, pensions, guardians and the dreaded Will and Testament.

The purpose of a will is to direct those family and friends around to follow your wishes. It allows you to gift items, donate, or leave in inheritance your possessions to those you love. The reason it has become more important to Bear and I than before is we now have Cub (and Guin, our dear not-so-little Bernese) to worry about. Without at least thinking about what might happen we are leaving our families to struggle without warning.

By creating a will we aim to assist, direct and gift, basically deciding what will happen without us. It may seem morbid but on the other hand it is somewhat freeing to think that, once done, there will be a way to move forwards, a way for Cub to be provided for. There were things that I needed to learn though, so, for those of you in similarly confused positions I thought I’d put down the basics to what you want to include in a will and how to write one step-by-step (it does not need to be as fancy or complicated as you might have first thought). Continue reading

Breaking My Heart; Loving More Fully


This image is taken from Zoe Wild’s blog where she makes a beautiful point about our hearts getting bigger and requiring to break in order to make space and grow. I liked that so thought I’d share it with you. Clicking on the image will take you there.

Sometimes it is hard to think of pain as ever having a point or being a good thing. Sometimes this makes us incredibly angry and that is honestly OK. On the other hand pain can sometimes be the basic sign that change needs to happen. Sometimes our hearts need to break so we understand exactly how God feels about justice, so we can offer ourselves as the tools for change.

“We can ignore even pleasure. But pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.”
C S Lewis, The Problem of Pain

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Meet The Parents, Peter Bently


6/52, 10th Apr 2014, Week 15 (about 9 books behind)

I’m reading to Cub and they are gorgeous books, some of which I love. Despite them being much shorter this is not a cop out: I do feel we should be discussing them with as much of a standard as you would in anything else. If you don’t want to read them – why would your child?

Gifted to Cub, this short book took me quite by surprise. It shouldn’t have; Peter Bently (winner of the Roald Dahl Funny Prize) and Sara Ogilvie (illustrator of Dogs Don’t Do Ballet) are obviously up to the task at creating clever and imaginative children’s books! They even won the children’s book of the month in January 2014!

“In this book you’ll discover many other handy uses for your parents – and find out what they love best. Apart from you, of course.”

Cub and I read this three times in one sitting. The words force your voice to lighten and enjoy the gentle rhymes and Cub’s eyes were taking in as much as she could from the child-like but attractive illustrations. Every parent will giggle at the truth of it, and children will love the challenges. Wonderfully, it doesn’t stick to one specific family, the pages are full of diversity and colour which draw you in and can make everyone feel that it is written about their family. Well worth a space on your bookshelf.

The Mousehole Cat, Antonia Barber


5/52, 10th Apr 2014, Week 15 (about 10 books behind)

First a decision: to include children’s fiction in my total number. I’m reading to Cub and they are gorgeous books, some of which I love. Despite them being much shorter this is not a cop out: I do feel we should be discussing them with as much of a standard as you would in anything else.
If you don’t want to read them – why would your child?

This book was a favourite as a child and reading to my 2 month old was just as magical. Whilst her eyes fixed on the gorgeous illustrations by Nicola Bayley (which I would happily put on my wall), I read the beautiful language aloud calming her ready for her nap. This is not a book that belittles or patronises; instead, it introduces children to new language that they might not find in books that often, if anything they learn a huge number of fish breeds.

This poetic story tells of Old Tom and Mowzer braving the paws of the Great Storm Cat and singing to him, calming the storm and rescuing a starving coastal village. The intelligence and care within the story is lovely and will bring a lump to your throat as the villagers come to light the way home. Visiting Mousehole on Christmas Eve Eve has become one thing I must do before I die!

“I’m Angry” & How I Healed


Copyright Joanna Macdonald. This beautiful image is created by a beautiful woman of God with oil paints and a lot of time. Hopefully one day she’ll get the amount of encouragement and praise she deserves for this, but I thought I’d share it to spread her name and work a little further.

It is now over a year since I had my second miscarriage, lost the child that I have since come to call Kari. Shortly after I went through a point of feeling incredibly angry, and although it was done in a blog post form, it was never published. It’s only now that I feel I can be honest about that part of my life because it is only so much time later that I feel like I’m healing. I welcome you to read through, and comment if you would like to share alongside me, but know that I am OK. No matter what has happened I am still here and God has been good. This is a small part of my journey and below I will also share about how God has healed me. Continue reading

Planning A House Without The Pride



I love houses that become homes. I love how a building can start to symbolise who lives there and represent the life they are trying to live. This is a bit strange seeing as I was unbelievably bored by architecture in Art History classes. I think this is because the walls, the roofs, the structure, despite holding some intrinsic art and creativity, doesn’t mean anything without the people within it.

But I desperately want to build my own home. Continue reading