Wednesday, 19 April 2017

Create | Renew

"Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me".

This morning's scripture round the table.
Create: you have to do it God. It's not there.
In me: Yip, that's me. It's not there.
A pure heart: Not a perfect heart, rather a heart that is clean. One that lives washed by your love and grace and forgiveness, not clouded with grumpiness, hormones, life or stress.
O God: That's you!
Renew: Make new again. Take back to original setting. Not just recondition, but to make new, fresh, sparkly, young, alive. I'm a bit worn out and old here in this regard.
A steadfast spirit within me: A steady, not swayed by emotions and things, holding-fast-to-you kind of spirit INSIDE me, not on my sleeve. That's me in the in-most place.

Yip. A needed prayer whispered from the bottom of my heart as I stop and step back from slow internet, work piling up, wet bed linen from a little accident this morning, dishes, laundry to be folded, calls to Telkom and AfriHost, the to do list...

"Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me."

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

It's bed time

First day back at school and I am baking choc chip cookies for ME to eat tonight. While dealing with tween fit-in, good-enough emotions that always seem to surface after 8.30pm (which is at least 45 minutes after we've switched the lights off).

My new low-gi oaty no flour choc chip recipe is definitely not as good as my usual Nigella recipe. I'm not sure that my advice to my young girl tonight is that good either. Either way, we'll all eat the biscuits (and advice) and try another round when I muster up enough energy to make more. Shew, term 2 arrived almost out of nowhere.

God, I need you to be the friend my daughter is longing for at school. Please. And could you fulfil that promise you made? The one about bringing her good friends at school, who will play with her and do things with her? I can hold her hand, whisper truth, and pray for her to have hope, but this stuff, it's in your hands. I remember feeling like she does when I was 9 and three quarters.

Amen. And now I'm going to fall into bed and curl up next to my best friend. I'm really glad you introduced me to him, by the way. I would say sweet dreams to you, but I know you don't sleep because you are watching over me/us. x