New Year

It is a new day, a new year.

First coffee on my own.
New lip colour.
Some time to reflect, give thanks, plan and be present.
This year I want to remember that my identity is not in my man, my kids, work, money, health, body or mind.
My identity is not bound up in how I perform, where I go, what I win or lose.
I am not my friends, my past or my future.
My true identity is found in Him. 
This I need to know this New Year.
Xx

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Happy Christmas.

About a Boy

Today is about my boy, my young man.

But is also about me and my man. We became parents 18 years ago.
I became a Mumma.

Making a cake for this birthday has been bittersweet. An early celebration with friends was a chocolate Jaffa dessert cake. There was no dinosaur, Thomas Train or X box. My boy remembers them all in great detail.

As we celebrate with family tonight we will welcome him into adulthood. But in truth we are  all floating on this week’s mammoth hype, the new Star Wars film. It has been better than all the end of year celebrations apparently….

When my boy was five years old we lived in London. He crept downstairs one night and found my husband and I watching the original Star Wars on TV. He was mesmerized.  That year turning six he had a Star Wars themed party with his entire prep class. Each boy bringing with him a plastic weapon and a lot of Jedi courage. We required some courage too to contain 25 six year old children, but we did it.

There has been so much in between. Many cakes and celebrations. The journey has been amazing. And in truth for him it has only just begun. Xxx

Christmas Carols

The school year is almost over and tonight we are privileged to hear our kids take part in the Christmas Carol Service. It is an hour of extraordinary music, readings and prayers. We focus our attention on the Christmas story and join in one voice in worship. Those who believe and those who don’t are united in this space and place. Music has the ability to transcend and transform. To uplift and soothe the soul. This is the church where we will gather. Home to a small congregation most weeks it too becomes a new body, as it heaves with people overflowing in pews and out the door.

If only we would turn our face to Him every week, not just on this special day.