Sunset from Our Balcony Today we celebrate St. Valentine’s Day, and I must say that this one is very different to the first one I celebrated in England, back in 1988. A pronounced difference in mind-set existed between Americans and the British. Let me explain the background of my first British Valentines’ Day. …
I found it rather ironic that as I sat down to write this second post about singleness, Benri Dymet’s daily 10-minute broadcast “A Different Perspective” came on. The topic for this particular programme was on Singleness. Mr. Dymet took his Bible text from 1 Corinthians 7; Paul teaching on the gift of marriage. Paul …
Several years ago I sat near the top of Wembley Auditorium at the Hillsong Colour Conference for women. A panel of guest speakers sat on the stage discussing singleness. A question had been posed to the panel, and a couple of the women had given their respective responses. Then the leader/hostess of the session …
On Sundays, after the 11.00 am service at St. Mary’s, we always have coffee and biscuits (cookies for the Americans). Occasionally someone brings samosas, which are of Asian origin; pastry is filled with spicy vegetables and or meat and then usually fried. For birthdays it is not uncommon for cake to be served. But …
I drew a line on the yellow flannel, walked over to the sewing machine and stitched along the line. My heart sighed with pleasure and the “I was born to do this” feeling coursed through my being. Working with my hands, making things for other people, gives me …
As mentioned in a recent, previous post, I used my “Couch Convalescence” time to read. I used to read a lot when I was younger. Although watching television is not arduous in any way, it requires enduring annoying adverts and noise. I have a bit of a hearing loss, so paying attention to conversations …
Being relegated to recovering my health over 10 days has put me behind on my blog schedule. So, after calculating where I currently stand, it appears I need to write and post something every day this month. Forewarned is fore-armed, at least on your part. Wednesday morning’s start was about 4.30 am, certainly …
“Where are you sleeping tonight?” Maverick asked several times last week. Due to a head cold, that turned into a chest cold, I found breathing difficult while lying down. The pre-existing prop of the couch arm, with a couple of extra pillows, provides the forty-to forty-five degree angle needed to keep sinus passages open. …
A light coat of snow Since “Maverick” has been off work due to injuries, I gave myself the goal of not buying anything unnecessary. But today, I bought a book. It isn’t that I don’t have enough un-read books here at home; on the contrary, there must be a stack of at least …
Blisteringly cold wind greeted us on the morning of Saturday, 18th January 2003. The sun dazzled off the snow, but had no warmth. The re-frozen slush on the church parking lot scrunched and cracked as I pulled the car to a halt. I was the first to arrive. I knew I would need the time …