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Thursday, 16 February 2017

When you are on the bottom rung - the only way is up

Bottom rung days


I am having one of those bottom rung days and the only way forward means going up. Sitting on the bottom rung is comfortable, it is safe albeit lonely. Everyone else seems far away perched on their crossbars surrounded by clouds. Laughing from their vantage point. Can I climb that high and experience the same joy?


Bottom rung days often become new beginnings


Mountains

Why do mountains look so awesome from a distance, and yet petrifying close up? The shear stableness of its structure beckons and towers over me. To look at it from afar it seems conquerable, but the closer I get the fear begins to set in. Bottom ladder days are like that. 




Moving up

Taking the first step is scary, it means committing to moving up. To believing in a better goal. This is like writing. The blank page awaiting words, inspiration. It taunts me, saying you can't do this. Climbing the ladder takes courage, great effort and seems completely out of my reach. I can hear the pen laughing. Write if you dare. 

Do I dare?

You cannot be a writer if you don't dare. The bottom of the ladder is no place for creativity. Comfortable and safe do not go hand in hand with adventure. So if I want to see the results of my creation I need to climb one step at a time towards the clouds. 

Looking up

I don't like looking down as I climb, it makes me feel dizzy. Looking up and forward gives me an idea of how closer I am getting to my goal. To the joy that others are experiencing on their higher rungs. I hear their cheers as each step brings me nearer, their enthusiasm for my success infectious. I can do this as long as I believe in myself. 



Snakes and ladders

There will of course be times of snakes and ladders when I hit a snake, tumbling down and starting again from a new square further down the board. Except this time I know I can climb up again as I have done it before. Bottom rung days will come and go. What is important is that I keep trying and with determination, I will climb that high and experience the same joy. 



"But as for you, be strong and courageous, for your work will be rewarded." 2 Chronicles 15:7









Sunday, 12 February 2017

Brawny and Flap and the spaghetti bolognaise incident

Am I the only one who hears voices?

Okay so being a late fiftyager has not done anything for my forgetfulness. In fact, it is climbing to new heights. Take for example the other day. Oh, and who are Brawny and Flap?

The evening meal was ready to be dished up 

I took out the dinner plates from the cupboard above me. Carefully placing the spaghetti bolognaise on the top one I proceeded to take it into the dining room. As I turned and made a step forward (and this is better if viewed in cartoon form) my eyes suddenly realized that I was about to smash into the cupboard door that I forgot to close.




My head stops within a millimeter of the door

Super emergency brakes Brawny that was close - my body continued, then decided that it would prefer staying attached to my head - indeed Flap. However, the spaghetti bol and plate sailed separately onward and smashed into the wall. - Flying splatter Brawny, that is not good. I closed the cupboard door and moved towards the mess - definitely not good Flap - and slipped on a stray piece of spaghetti ending up on parade alongside the new wall decoration.
The kitchen door began to open - startling entrances Brawny this is not going to end up well.

I yelled, ‘don’t come in’

But a foot connected with the slippery substance and my hubby flew past and crash landed - Flap, I think we have a bad case of slipitus. Not to worry Brawny I will use my cape to boldly go where no man has gone before. Or perhaps not, spag bol would clash with my colour coordinated pants and tightsMaybe Flap, but we have to do something

A voice came from the other side of the door 

"What’s going on?" Trying to warn my daughter that we had a slight problem, I reiterated the warning, "don’t come…." too late. Another body slipped past but this time gracefully recovered gliding along the floor ending up with a ‘ta dar’, arms stretched out in a state of gymnastic pose. - Lightning gymnastics Brawny, she is good. Yes, I think we have our solution Flap.

Extending her hands, a confident spaghetti skater helped me stand up as I wobbled to a high stool. Next, she did the same for my hubby. Next sticky strips of pasta were peeled off the floor and thrown away, the wall quickly washed down, smashed plate pieces collected and dinner once again ready to be dished up. My daughter told me to strip off and frumpy clothes were found for me to change into  - Speedy quick thinking Brawny, I think our work is done here. Yes Flap, another successful cleanup. Biff, baff, boff, time to put our feet up.
And the moral of this tale, forgetfulness can be dangerous, so remember friends, don’t leave cupboard doors open. 
Now, where have those pesky superhero's gone, I want a word with them. 

Thursday, 9 February 2017

How to crack waking up in the morning

Do you have trouble waking up in the morning, well here are a few tips to help you?



  • Buy a pet - cats or dogs are brilliant at waking you up. Their persistence knows no bounds. A face full of slobber from a dog is a sure way to wake you up. Being stabbed by a cat's claws has the same effect. 



  • Have children - this will permanently work as each morning their bright faces excited about a new day will be thrust into your face until you get up. If this does not work then their constant bouncing on exhausted body ought to.


  • Use a silly alarm - my favourite was a train that screamed at you "get up the train is leaving" hooting continually. Unfortunately it got smashed by my husband who didn't want to get up at the same time as me.


  • Forget to tidy your bed of lego or biscuit crumbs - sharp objects or irritating bits of food cause irritability to the body, thus making the bed uncomfortable to stay asleep in. Getting up and cleaning it will make you get out of bed.

  • Sleep in a room with a dripping tap - this annoying noise will repeatedly irritate you during the night and morning will be a blessed relief when you get up.

  • Buy a recording of a baby crying - that maternal or paternal instinct will kick in willing you to nurture the baby, until of course you realize you don't have an infant in need of your help. Heyho you are awake so you may as well get up!


Have I missed a great tip? Include your own in the comments. Happy waking up in the morning.

Margaret

Tuesday, 31 January 2017

The thief who denied hell and stole Heaven.


The thief who denied hell and stole Heaven has an amazing place in history. 
The thief is the one person who saw the truth of Jesus’ message. Those around him were grieving, shocked, taunting, or disinterested in the crucifixion, but the thief stole the show. He saw his opportunity, to rob hell of his soul and to repent of his past heinous crimes. For this he would be remembered for all time.
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The robber understood he deserved to die.
The thief in his understanding knew that he deserved his crucifixion. His pain and subsequent death were of his own doing. He had deprived many of precious things through the manor of his trade as a robber. He no doubt robbed wives of husbands, children of their fathers and vice versa. Now his crimes were to rob him of his life. But his salvation hung beside him.  
“Remember me when you come into your Kingdom.”
As the robber gazed on the man beside him the scales from his eyes fell. He did not see another criminal, but the Son of God. His soul leapt for joy but the devil cringed in the dark periphery surrounding the revelation, watching as the first sinner gained entry into Heaven. “Remember me when you come into your Kingdom.” (Luke 23:40)
Jesus said “I tell you the truth,  today you shall be with me in paradise. (Luke 23:43)

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How comforting for Jesus in his agony to be recognised for who He really was. The thief, a man of the world, who did not know Jesus from His ministry, bowed down before his Saviour King. When Jesus died Heaven rejoiced and the sinner danced, he had stolen his greatest prize at the last moment – his redemption. 
The memory of the thief.
Today let us remember the lesson of this man who denied hell and stole Heaven, as we hang on our own cross of life. Let us see what the thief saw – God’s Grace. 
Do you see as the thief saw?

Monday, 9 January 2017

"Thank Heaven for Little Girls" - Daddy's girl

 “Thank Heaven for Little Girls” – Daddy’s girl.



Maurhamburg1ice Chevalier sang a song called “Thank Heaven for Little Girls”. It released the year I was born and adopted by my father as our song. I was definitely a daddy’s girl. I felt safe and loved in his arms.



Scarred for life : At two years old my dad discovered a lump above my tummy button, and a trip to the doctors consequently resulted in a diagnoses of an umbilical hernia. However, he decided it did not need to be operated on straight away. My dad, frightened for me, knew that the operation would leave a scar. His ‘little girl’ would be scarred for life. The lump grew and became very unsightly. My father could barely look at it. At last, at the age of four, I had my operation.
Our Song : The evening before I went into hospital, my father held me in his arms and put on the radio. ‘Our song’ was being played. Dad danced, holding me close as he would a partner and sang along:
Each time I see a little girl
Of five or six or seven
I can’t resist a joyous urge
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To smile and say
Thank heaven for little girls
For little girls get
Bigger every day
Thank heaven for little girls
They grow up in
The most delightful way.
Those little eyes
So helpless and appealing
When they were flashing
Send you crashing
Through the ceiling
Thank heaven for little girls
Thank heaven for them all
No matter where,
No matter who
Without them
What would little boys do
Thank heaven
Thank heaven
Thank heaven for little girls.
An intimate moment : Finally, as the song ended, I wiped his tears away then brushed my hand through his Brylcreem hair; the stickiness made me express my distaste for this product. Seeing dad’s distress, I hugged him hard and kissed him many times. “Don’t worry. I will be alright, Daddy.” To my delight, the dance continued around the kitchen table long after the song finished on the radio.
Margaret Kazmierczak shares a memory of long ago. Thank Heaven for Little Girls the song, and about being her Daddy's girl at HeartWingsBlog.


Cherished memory : Consequently, this memory has always been my most vivid. Hence, this intimate moment with my dad has had to last me a lifetime. Two years later, he left my life via my parent’s divorce. As a result, God had to step into the breach. He became my daddy, and I, His ‘Daddy’s girl’. He would now sing to me “Thank Heaven for Little Girls.”  And in time, He put a new song on my heart:
father-and-daughter
Deuteronomy 31:6 (NKJV)  “Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; for the Lord your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you.”



Do you have a vivid memory that has not dimmed over time or one that God has replaced to heal the previous one?

Tuesday, 29 November 2016

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Grace and hope

Grace and hope



Jesus looked at them intently and said, "Humanly speaking, it is impossible. But with God everything is possible. Matt 19:26

God's Grace makes everything possible. It is our hope, our salvation and our lifeline. 

It is so important to cling to God's Grace when we feel hopeless. His Grace will see us through. 

It will heal.

It will replace pain and fill you up with hope. 

It will empower you. 

God's Grace is our passport to Hope.




Pray for it now to change your life.

Father, through your Grace heal me, my life and the sins that pull me down. 

Bring me into your presence. 

Father, may your Grace fill me with joy and understanding.

Bring me into your presence.

Father, may your Grace release me from my burdens.

Bring me into your presence.

Father, may your Grace fill me with laughter and peace.

Bring me into your presence.

Father, fill me with your Grace and overwhelm me with your hope.

Bring me into your presence.

Father, without your Grace I am nothing.

Bring me into your presence.

Father, fill my family with your Grace.

Bring me into your presence. 

Come Lord Jesus, the Grace of the Father and make Your home in me.

Amen.