My year runs in tandem with the school year, so I am really starting to get my mind around what 2017 will look like now. I have been labelling kids school supplies and checking uniforms and thinking about the year ahead.
Every year I chose a word for the year, and I will tell you my word for 2017 in my next post. But as I prepare to start this year it is a good idea to review last year’s word. I say word but in 2016 I chose a question … ‘fear or faith?’
When you ask the question ‘fear or faith?’ And then you choose faith, you find that faith leads you to places of deep vulnerability.
My daughter drags herself out of the classroom. I can tell the sort of day she has had, by the way she shoves her belongings at me and demands that I help.
Immediately mumma bear in me rises to the fore. I want to know the problem. Continue reading
There is something about being surrounded by people who dare to dream. Something about being surrounded by creative people who have big ideas. It makes me feel that my dream is not so silly or dumb. It makes me feel that if they can do it so can I. It helps me to stick it out in those dry hard times when the dream is the end of the road, and there is so much hard work still to be done to make it a reality.
I have been wrestling with some hard questions today, about the choices I make in the supermarket.
On the back of the International Women’s Day Facebook flood, I have the fate of hundred’s of women in my heart. Those women who have been trafficked. Those women who are slaves. And those women who are working in unconscionable situations to bravely raise their families.
But thankfully, that is over for another year, and my weary heart can take a rest.
Hang on, what is this I read about ethically-sourced chocolate for Easter? Ok I’ll print out the list, I can do that.
But then, I follow another link, and find out that tea-farming is also an area where people are being exploited.
And do you know what my reaction was?
Tea?! … As well?
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I have increased my gym regime this year. (You know, it is very easy to increase a regime from zero!) So I am often in those big, slighty stale-smelling rooms, with equipment down one side and mirrors all down the other wall.
Those mirrors, why are they there?
Last week of school holidays … but who’s counting?!
I don’t know about you but this school holidays has seemed long. There have been some sweet moments, some fun moments, and a lot of hard moments of parenting. And, yes, I am counting down the days.
In my most trying weeks, I gathered my tribe around me to pray, because quite frankly I was out of ideas, so that seemed the best and only thing to do. And I received a very precious text from a friend. “You’re a great mum”.
I am thinking a lot about my two Grandmothers this season. Both of them are now at an age where they are in homes full time. And I know that if I sent them a card or a present this Christmas they wouldn’t know who it is from. I feel like they are missing from my Christmas.