R's rue

 I’m slowing down Worshipping freely Listening to  The voice  I’ve silenced I’m not fulfilling The calling Even when I don’t like What I write I must continue For it’s what He asks me It isn’t an An adoration society  For people It’s simple Obedience And undivided attention And respect For Him Who doesn’t  Ask for much Learn from me Don’t squander  The talent Seeking the unattainable  In search Of something  So fickle Jesus May my words Glorify You And make  You smile Because Somebody finally chose To ditch perfection from R's rue https://ift.tt/GoWTaYX

When I came downstairs this morning I noticed a lateral flow test thingummyjig on our kitchen work surface. It was showing not one but two red lines so I knew that Shirley was now positive.  Because I have been feeling ropey the last two or three days, I did a test yesterday but the result was negative. However, seeing Shirley's little testing device made me think that I had better do another test. And sure enough it wasn't long before the second red line appeared - the kind of magic trick we would rather not witness. And so after two long years of dodging COVID, it has finally caught up with me. Thankfully, I have had my three jabs so unlike all those misguided refuseniks and assorted anti-vaxxers, I am very unlikely to be hospitalised or to expire ( American: die )  which will no doubt be a great disappointment to the four unpleasant trolls who hang about this blog, leaving insidious remarks that are immediately deleted and never read. Actually two of those trolls are th...

 Up early today to beautiful sunshine again, even though the forecasts were gloomy.  In Dyserth on the walkway there was a cool sea mist which was invigorating in short sleeves. I met Chic Eleanor not long after nine, well before the sun burnt off the haze. There are few people that you can have an authentic conversation with, I always think. A honest and sincere interaction that is both supportive but challenging at the same time I had one of those conversations this morning Chic Eleanor knows me well.  We have similar coping mechanisms, similar places we go when we are hurting. Similar behaviours we revert to. She knows how I tick and today we talked about forgiveness  and letting go of things. It was a necessary and serious conversation  And when we parted, we hugged long and hard like friends sometimes do Her warmth reminded me of being worthy And I can still smell her gentle perfume and feel the softness of her hair on my cheek. ...