I had my very first morning on my own without the kids.
They both went to Kindy. Together. At the same time. And you know what? I didn't know what to do with myself. The house was eerily quiet. I was so lost for what to do I defaulted to my usual routine of housework and shopping. Which I manage to complete in less than half the time without the kids interrupting or following behind me and unmaking the beds.
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There are so many things that need to be said. So many things that we need to know. Recently I was shown that there are things that I have been blessed to know. Things I have learned. That other people don't know. Things that I just took for granted that everyone knew.
OK, so chapter one. Deconstructing, translating and basically digging into the apparent sexy of the Bible.
I know right. When I think of the Bible I rarely think sexy. I mostly think. Brotherly love, sacrifice and salvation. The thing is, God created sex. And a God who creates sex is going to have sex written about in a book that is all about him. Isn't he? So Thursday as I prepared my kidlets for Kindy I noticed a spot on my sons neck. Then another two nearby. Then a bunch on his tummy, back and underwear line.
Bum, bum, bum. It's the pox!!! So I promise I am working on the whole Song of Solomon thing but there if heaps to go through so in the meantime I thought I'd give you an insight into some of my more humorous cooking fails.
Recently God has been encouraging me to look into 'Song of Solomon' I'll be honest. I wasn't keen. I've heard people say it's sexy... I'm sorry but I don't find it sexy, not even a little bit. Half the time I don't understand the context or the intention behind what is being said. I find it a bit strange. The fact is if somebody said the exact words they said in SOS to somebody in this day in age, people would think they were struggling with a mental disability or, on drugs or something.
So this week I've had the flu. Chest rattling, coughing up gross stuff, want to crawl into a hole and only come out when it's over type stuff. And you know what I've realized from the whole experience?
If you know me already this is not news but as I'm so excited I'm sharing it again!
I have a short story that is going to be published in a book of short stories! All of us believe our children are clever, artistic and well, amazing. But how do we really know?
This morning I am ashamed to say that someone turned up at my door and my first thought was here we go. Why did I think like this? The gentleman who came to my door was friendly. He wasn't intrusive. He greeted me and my daughter in a sweet and generous manner. He gave me his little pamphlet and then he left. So what was my problem?
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Karla RoseI'm a Christian, a wife, and a mother of two living in the wonderful Waikato Archives
April 2021
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