With hands and non-judgement and with faith and with prayer

It's kind of fab. I just re-read last week's post. Only to have an "aha" moment and realise that the guy who preached on Sunday spoke on Ecclesiastes (and I quoted it last week). So many things tie up in so very many ways. Divine connecting knots. I love the fun of discovering the connections and although I can't see the pattern or whole picture, I know that one day I will.

So, Tuesday morning blogging. Damp outside. Cold. Warm heart. Just had a quick mostly-work chat with a dear friend. Feeling richer for the moments we shared. Cup of coffee and slice of banana bread. Very rich.

This morning I watched a clip about Martyn Ashton. A guy who could do it all on a mountain bike, and then some, and then he crashed and became paralysed. Now he is back on a bike thanks to mates that believed, with him, that he could ride again. I shared the video on my FB page. It's worth watching. No legs, hectic downhill race.

So I don't have to be perfect. But I can still do the race. If I fall over, I have friends to put me back on the bike. I've had a few fall over moments recently. Thank you to those who help to put me back without just shouting corrections, but with hands and non-judgement and with faith and with prayer.

"Oh God, help me to be a friend who does the same. And a mom who doesn't just whack "issues" away, but sees and shapes the hearts of my children with kind but firm hands. As You do with me."

#TheRace