R's rue

Here in Britain, people of my generation had to endure some pretty ropy children's  television when we were little. Even so, we were enthralled by the limited menu - all in black and white of course. I guess that as children we had a better capacity than most adults  for making allowances for the amateurishness of it all. This is a "down memory lane" kind of blogpost. I thought that visitors from foreign lands might be interested in getting a taste of what British children lapped up in the late 1950s through to the early sixties. Here's "Andy Pandy"... Here are "The Woodentops"... And here are Bill and Ben  "The Flowerpot Men"... Of course there was no catch-up TV back then. No videos. And these shows were screened only once a week. If you missed "Andy Pandy" you would have to wait till next week to see another episode. Looking back, it is easy to deduce that the programmes I have flagged up were crude foundation ston...

 After a weekend of rest and time with the Source, I’ve had some realizations.  The moment I untether from God is the moment my unhappiness begins.  I saw something that has accurately described my mood recently. ‘My faith was in the outcome, not in Him’ When that happened, I shattered. I still can’t talk about the disappointment, but I’m starting to forgive. I had to be reminded that people may disappoint, but what happens still happens with God’s approval. I’ve wanted this dream so long, I was willing to sacrifice almost anything. God said no. Not no necessarily to the dream, but my request. Which if I’m honest wasn’t a request. It was a demand.  God doesn’t work well.  I let the world determine my worth.  I struggle with this. With this dream, I was sprinting to the end zone. My life is a marathon. I do nothing fast. And I mean nothing worthwhile. My doctors have had to be almost like therapists and psychiatrists. As blessed as I am, my body wasn’t m...