Was cleaning out a lot of old papers the other day and came across the letter written by my grandmother who was living in Shetland at the time.
...I didn't know you had a boyfriend until I got the snap with you and Lyn (my sister) dressed up going to the Methodist Ball. I hope there's nothing serious between you and Alastair yet. I sincerely hope you will not be thinking of marriage, Annette, for a long time yet. Just be good friends, and its nice to have a partner for any functions you are going to. So many youngsters get married now-a-days before they've had a chance to mix with the opposite sex. Soon they are quarrelling and the next thing is divorce. So please, Annette, wait for a few years yet....
Well Granny, I have to say you were wrong - I married Alastair 2 years later, we're still together 30 years later and we're not heading for divorce - although I can't say we've never quarrelled.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Room with a view
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Life lesson 25436
When an email comes round at work saying the water is being turned off you really should remember that fact - especially before and not after you have liberally soaped you hands with liquid soap and have turned the tap on expecting water to be gushing out!
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Where am I in the scene?
As the scripture about the children being brought to Jesus and the disciples rebuking those who had brought them was being read in church on Sunday I suddenly had a very vivid scene of this in my mind - almost like a page from a children's Bible Story book.
I am looking at the scene and there is this insistent question that keeps being asked of me "Which one are you?" I look at each part of the scene and I wonder:-
Am I one of those who are bringing "little children" to Christ to be prayed for and His hand placed on them?
Am I one of those "little children" who are brought to Christ by others to be prayed for and His hand placed on me?
Am I one of those "disciples" who rank people and categorize and rebuke those who love and nurture and want the "little children" to be blessed and know the hand of Christ on their life?
Am I the voice and hands of Jesus praying and touching the lives of "little children"?
Or am I one of the crowd who stands by and does nothing as the "little children" and those who love them and care for them are being held back from having the opportunity to get up close with Christ?
It is a question that I will ponder on for a long time.
I am looking at the scene and there is this insistent question that keeps being asked of me "Which one are you?" I look at each part of the scene and I wonder:-
Am I one of those who are bringing "little children" to Christ to be prayed for and His hand placed on them?
Am I one of those "little children" who are brought to Christ by others to be prayed for and His hand placed on me?
Am I one of those "disciples" who rank people and categorize and rebuke those who love and nurture and want the "little children" to be blessed and know the hand of Christ on their life?
Am I the voice and hands of Jesus praying and touching the lives of "little children"?
Or am I one of the crowd who stands by and does nothing as the "little children" and those who love them and care for them are being held back from having the opportunity to get up close with Christ?
It is a question that I will ponder on for a long time.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Women who inspire me
I was fortunate to go to a Women's Conference through work. Two speakers in particular inspired me and I have thought a lot this week about what they said.
The first was Celia Lashlie. Every time I have either read an article about her or heard her on radio or TV I have been impressed with what she has had to say. One of the reasons I respect her is because she is not afraid to say what she thinks. She spoke of her concern for this country - for what she sees as the lack of moral courage and lack of leadership.
She is passionate about improving the lot of women in NZ prisons and tackling the reasons why so many of these women are in prison. When the women were asked what was the hardest part about being released from prison they said going to the supermarket - they could see the condemnation on people's faces. All they ask for is a smile - for them it is incredibly powerful and reassuring.
She then went on to talk about her latest project where she spent time in high schools talking with adolescent boys trying to define what makes a good man. She shared many insights - one in particular explained why one of my boys was often up late finishing assignments . The boys told her that the reason they don't do homework until the night before it is due in is because the school might burn down before then and then they would've done all that work for nothing! Male logic - I will never understand it!
Although she calls herself a feminist she never in any way put men down. In fact she issued a warning to the women not to dishonour men and manhood in the pursuit of equality. She had much more to say, and much more to tell women on how the male mind works.
She spoke for nearly 2 hours without notes - and yet she had everyone engrossed. One woman at work was so inspired by her that she has applied to become a child mentor.
The other woman who really inspired me was Susan Devoy. She too spoke without notes and held everyone's attention. I liked her for her honesty - for her willingness to talk about the tough times as well as the good times. She spoke about having to start over again when her husband's business was bankrupted through someone stealing money from it - of moving her boys from a Decile 10 school in Remuera to a large intermediate in Tauranga.
I was really surprised when she admitted how insecure she felt because she had no formal qualifications - and yet she had been so successful in her squash career.
She spoke of the huge support she had from her parents as her sporting career took off and of the incredible woman who mentored her as she learnt the ropes in a new job. She spoke candidly too, of some of the nasty comments made to her by other women!
I came away with the feeling that for these two women life would never be mediocre and whatever they did would be done with 100% effort and 100% passion. They are just ordinary women and yet they are prepared to take risks, to not stick to the safe road all the time.
It made me think about what I am passionate about and my level of committment versus my need for security and safety.
The first was Celia Lashlie. Every time I have either read an article about her or heard her on radio or TV I have been impressed with what she has had to say. One of the reasons I respect her is because she is not afraid to say what she thinks. She spoke of her concern for this country - for what she sees as the lack of moral courage and lack of leadership.
She is passionate about improving the lot of women in NZ prisons and tackling the reasons why so many of these women are in prison. When the women were asked what was the hardest part about being released from prison they said going to the supermarket - they could see the condemnation on people's faces. All they ask for is a smile - for them it is incredibly powerful and reassuring.
She then went on to talk about her latest project where she spent time in high schools talking with adolescent boys trying to define what makes a good man. She shared many insights - one in particular explained why one of my boys was often up late finishing assignments . The boys told her that the reason they don't do homework until the night before it is due in is because the school might burn down before then and then they would've done all that work for nothing! Male logic - I will never understand it!
Although she calls herself a feminist she never in any way put men down. In fact she issued a warning to the women not to dishonour men and manhood in the pursuit of equality. She had much more to say, and much more to tell women on how the male mind works.
She spoke for nearly 2 hours without notes - and yet she had everyone engrossed. One woman at work was so inspired by her that she has applied to become a child mentor.
The other woman who really inspired me was Susan Devoy. She too spoke without notes and held everyone's attention. I liked her for her honesty - for her willingness to talk about the tough times as well as the good times. She spoke about having to start over again when her husband's business was bankrupted through someone stealing money from it - of moving her boys from a Decile 10 school in Remuera to a large intermediate in Tauranga.
I was really surprised when she admitted how insecure she felt because she had no formal qualifications - and yet she had been so successful in her squash career.
She spoke of the huge support she had from her parents as her sporting career took off and of the incredible woman who mentored her as she learnt the ropes in a new job. She spoke candidly too, of some of the nasty comments made to her by other women!
I came away with the feeling that for these two women life would never be mediocre and whatever they did would be done with 100% effort and 100% passion. They are just ordinary women and yet they are prepared to take risks, to not stick to the safe road all the time.
It made me think about what I am passionate about and my level of committment versus my need for security and safety.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Unforgettable sermons #1
I wonder if there is anyone else who, like me, have heard sermons that stick in your mind forever.
Mostly they are because God used them to impact my Christian walk in an unforgettable way.
I remember two from my teens - one because for the first time it helped me understand that forgiveness of sin does not always mean that you don't have to face the consequences of sin. i.e. if you are in jail for stealing and ask for forgiveness for that sin, if doesn't mean you get let off the rest of your jail sentence - you still have to face the consequences.
The other I remember for not so good reasons - a guest speaker who preached that unconfessed sin put your salvation in doubt. ( Now, on reflection, I suspect he was working up to an altar call that no one could refuse to respond to.) What I remember most is my father having the courage to stand up against a very popular "man of the times" and refute that claim backing it up with scripture.
It is not that every sermon does not impact me in some way, just that some stand out as defining moments for me.
Mostly they are because God used them to impact my Christian walk in an unforgettable way.
I remember two from my teens - one because for the first time it helped me understand that forgiveness of sin does not always mean that you don't have to face the consequences of sin. i.e. if you are in jail for stealing and ask for forgiveness for that sin, if doesn't mean you get let off the rest of your jail sentence - you still have to face the consequences.
The other I remember for not so good reasons - a guest speaker who preached that unconfessed sin put your salvation in doubt. ( Now, on reflection, I suspect he was working up to an altar call that no one could refuse to respond to.) What I remember most is my father having the courage to stand up against a very popular "man of the times" and refute that claim backing it up with scripture.
It is not that every sermon does not impact me in some way, just that some stand out as defining moments for me.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
What is prayer?
I heard an announcer the other day ask people to ring in and share answers to prayer and it got me thinking - why are they the only sorts of prayer that should be shared?
Doesn't it give people a wrong perception that conversations with God are only to be on a needs basis?
Some of the most significant moments in my christian journey have been the "Be still and know that I am God" type prayer times.
There have been other times when it hits me anew some aspect of God's grace and great love for me and then my prayers can only be full of thanks, wonder awe and praise.
I also like praying just talking to God, sharing stuff with Him, hopes and dreams and disappointments.
There are also times when I definitely do ask for Him to act - but that is only a part of my prayer life and I hope that I never accidentally imply to anyone that prayer requests are all that there is to praying.
Doesn't it give people a wrong perception that conversations with God are only to be on a needs basis?
Some of the most significant moments in my christian journey have been the "Be still and know that I am God" type prayer times.
There have been other times when it hits me anew some aspect of God's grace and great love for me and then my prayers can only be full of thanks, wonder awe and praise.
I also like praying just talking to God, sharing stuff with Him, hopes and dreams and disappointments.
There are also times when I definitely do ask for Him to act - but that is only a part of my prayer life and I hope that I never accidentally imply to anyone that prayer requests are all that there is to praying.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Things you need to know
I feel the need to put everyone straight about what happened at Koru on Friday night.
1. I did not get lost - the detour was intentional. We were just filling in time so we didn't have to wait too long for the rest of the cars to arrive.
2. I am a very skilled driver - that is why I could back right up to the barrier and have only a 5 cm gap between the Terrano and the post. Really, I just don't see why Stephen turned white and yelled at me and Jess very quietly said from the back seat "You might want to stop".
3. My husband will let me use his car again.
1. I did not get lost - the detour was intentional. We were just filling in time so we didn't have to wait too long for the rest of the cars to arrive.
2. I am a very skilled driver - that is why I could back right up to the barrier and have only a 5 cm gap between the Terrano and the post. Really, I just don't see why Stephen turned white and yelled at me and Jess very quietly said from the back seat "You might want to stop".
3. My husband will let me use his car again.
Friday, September 01, 2006
Cell phones
There has been heaps of texting going on at the Sunday night services - most of it legit as part of Digestion.
It struck me as I was watching those who are just slightly younger than me how much I haven't yet discovered of what my cell phone can do and what all the features on it mean. I have skipped over the technical bits and the bits I don't understand I have not asked for help with. Although I have been aware of others making better use of their phone I have been content to stay with the knowledge I have and not try to learn more.
I bought a cell phone because I wanted to keep in contact with my kids and make it easy to send and receive messages from them (when I remember to check) and so that is all I have used it for and yet it is capable of so much more.
It seemed to me that it is a bit like what God was saying to me last year . That to be content to be in the same place in my christian faith was to be missing out on so much that could be of benefit to me. That it was necessary to ask for help and to learn from those who have the knowledge (i.e. Bible College) and that by doing so I would be opening myself up to so much more.
It struck me as I was watching those who are just slightly younger than me how much I haven't yet discovered of what my cell phone can do and what all the features on it mean. I have skipped over the technical bits and the bits I don't understand I have not asked for help with. Although I have been aware of others making better use of their phone I have been content to stay with the knowledge I have and not try to learn more.
I bought a cell phone because I wanted to keep in contact with my kids and make it easy to send and receive messages from them (when I remember to check) and so that is all I have used it for and yet it is capable of so much more.
It seemed to me that it is a bit like what God was saying to me last year . That to be content to be in the same place in my christian faith was to be missing out on so much that could be of benefit to me. That it was necessary to ask for help and to learn from those who have the knowledge (i.e. Bible College) and that by doing so I would be opening myself up to so much more.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Does Ijit count?
I am rushing to the supermarket in my lunch hour and as I am trying to find a parking space an old lady is walking right in the middle of the car park lane, fiddling with her hearing aid and completely oblivious to the fact that she is reducing me and those behind me to crawling along at about 2 kms an hour.
"Silly old idiot" I mutter to myself and then am reminded of Steve's sermon on Sunday morning. about calling a brother an idiot and that words can kill.
So then I mutter "silly old ijit" under my breath! That doesn't work either. Still feel guilty.
One moral of the story:- Never think when you hear something on Sunday morning that it doesn't apply to you, as you will very quickly find out that it does.
Another moral of the story:- Stress and time pressure can affect our attitudes and how we see other people.
"Silly old idiot" I mutter to myself and then am reminded of Steve's sermon on Sunday morning. about calling a brother an idiot and that words can kill.
So then I mutter "silly old ijit" under my breath! That doesn't work either. Still feel guilty.
One moral of the story:- Never think when you hear something on Sunday morning that it doesn't apply to you, as you will very quickly find out that it does.
Another moral of the story:- Stress and time pressure can affect our attitudes and how we see other people.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
A sad saga!
I'm a prisoner in my own home, trapped inside until Alastair comes home from work.
You see there's a dead chook in the chookhouse and I'm terrified of dead things.
I come home from work, go down to the chookhouse to let the chooks out and there, right by the door is a dead chook! I didn't stop to inspect it closely - I just went rushing inside to text Alastair hoping he would come home straight away to put me out of my misery.
And now I don't want to go outside. I don't want to go and hang some clothes on the clothesline because that is next to the chook house. And I definitely don't want to be thinking about that poor pathetic looking bundle of feathers lying on the floor, right in the way of the other chooks getting out so that they had to walk over it to get out - Yuk and double yuk!
And I keep looking out of the kitchen window - counting the remaining chooks in the chook run to make sure no others have keeled over - not that I am going to go rushing out and do anything about it if one did keel over on me.
Chicken is off the menu for quite a while in this household!
You see there's a dead chook in the chookhouse and I'm terrified of dead things.
I come home from work, go down to the chookhouse to let the chooks out and there, right by the door is a dead chook! I didn't stop to inspect it closely - I just went rushing inside to text Alastair hoping he would come home straight away to put me out of my misery.
And now I don't want to go outside. I don't want to go and hang some clothes on the clothesline because that is next to the chook house. And I definitely don't want to be thinking about that poor pathetic looking bundle of feathers lying on the floor, right in the way of the other chooks getting out so that they had to walk over it to get out - Yuk and double yuk!
And I keep looking out of the kitchen window - counting the remaining chooks in the chook run to make sure no others have keeled over - not that I am going to go rushing out and do anything about it if one did keel over on me.
Chicken is off the menu for quite a while in this household!
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Exam results
I got a B!
Yes, I got a "B" in Old Testament Survey A and I am rapt! A "C" would've been okay but a B is what I was secretly hoping for. A "B" means you passed well, if I had got a "C" I would've wondered if I had only just scraped in.
And I got flowers and chocolates and "well done" from my family.
And I got a B! - just in case you missed it first time round.
Yes, I got a "B" in Old Testament Survey A and I am rapt! A "C" would've been okay but a B is what I was secretly hoping for. A "B" means you passed well, if I had got a "C" I would've wondered if I had only just scraped in.
And I got flowers and chocolates and "well done" from my family.
And I got a B! - just in case you missed it first time round.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
The house is alive to the sound of ....
Since our return from Oz, the house has been alive to the sounds of ... Inspector Clouseau - as only Peter Sellers can play him!
Yes, while on holiday we found the original Pink Panther series on DVD. (That was before the self-denial sermon really started intruding into my consciousness!)
Even my kids commented that the original series (especially the latter ones) were funnier than the remake. The fight scenes with Cato... the hunchback disguise ... the Toulouse Le Trec disguise... I could go on!
So, we had great fun watching them at night and I think Alastair has pretty much got the accent down pat. Just have to get the kids trained up now!
Yes, while on holiday we found the original Pink Panther series on DVD. (That was before the self-denial sermon really started intruding into my consciousness!)
Even my kids commented that the original series (especially the latter ones) were funnier than the remake. The fight scenes with Cato... the hunchback disguise ... the Toulouse Le Trec disguise... I could go on!
So, we had great fun watching them at night and I think Alastair has pretty much got the accent down pat. Just have to get the kids trained up now!
Sunday, July 09, 2006
I need this holiday!
Thursday I am at work, getting ready to hand over to the person who will be doing my job while I am away. I have spent hours on training and writing notes on how to make products, including screen snaps etc.
While I am explaining some things he starts complaining about how hot it is, then he goes totally white, talks about chest pains and collapses on the floor in my office.
It was a really horrible situation - here is a person having a heart attack, I need to be leaving so I can catch the plane to Brisbane, I am totally useless at first aid, and so there is this tension going on for me - thank goodness others appeared to who knew more than more and took over the medical care - still an awful situation to be in - what to do? sacrifice your holiday? As it worked out I didn't need to but I was reminded of the good samaritan parable - when you are in that situation it isn't as cut and dried as you think it would be.
I have since heard that he has had a stent put in and is recovering.
Now I am at the Gold Coast in mid 20 degree heat and having to conserve water as they are in the middle of a drought - so opposite to what Christchurch is experiencing.
Thought briefly about the Self Denial sermon on the way to Harbour Town Shopping Centre in the bus - decided I wouldn't buy lunch out but make it back at the apartment. Will only buy stuff that has "Sale" on the Price tag.
Have to go - I hear the shops calling my name, telling me there are bargains, just for me ... or could it be the money on the internet is running out!
While I am explaining some things he starts complaining about how hot it is, then he goes totally white, talks about chest pains and collapses on the floor in my office.
It was a really horrible situation - here is a person having a heart attack, I need to be leaving so I can catch the plane to Brisbane, I am totally useless at first aid, and so there is this tension going on for me - thank goodness others appeared to who knew more than more and took over the medical care - still an awful situation to be in - what to do? sacrifice your holiday? As it worked out I didn't need to but I was reminded of the good samaritan parable - when you are in that situation it isn't as cut and dried as you think it would be.
I have since heard that he has had a stent put in and is recovering.
Now I am at the Gold Coast in mid 20 degree heat and having to conserve water as they are in the middle of a drought - so opposite to what Christchurch is experiencing.
Thought briefly about the Self Denial sermon on the way to Harbour Town Shopping Centre in the bus - decided I wouldn't buy lunch out but make it back at the apartment. Will only buy stuff that has "Sale" on the Price tag.
Have to go - I hear the shops calling my name, telling me there are bargains, just for me ... or could it be the money on the internet is running out!
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Holidays and Self Denial Appeals don't mix!
It's been an interesting morning at church for me.
First there was the speaker - his text was from Amos and normally my heart would sink thinking "Yet another one of THOSE sermons". But as he gave a brief outline of the events leading up to Amos, I was thinking "YES! I know this stuff, I can follow it, I understand it", and a feeling of surprise as I thought "I'm actually looking forward to hearing this passage expanded upon"- all the hard slog of learning I have done in the Old Testament class at Bible College is really helping me to make more sense and understand better the Bible and who God is.
But then the whole sermon was tied up with the Self Denial Appeal. Not a sermon you want to hear when you are about to head off to the Gold Coast on holiday!! Especially when the Gold Coast is home to one of the largest malls in Australasia!! But I also know that God has a sense of humour and I sensed he was laughing with me as I put it all into perspective.
Yes, I will take on board the message of Self Denial, I do believe with all my heart that God is passionately concerned with poverty and oppression, and yes, I do believe that I can make a difference by contributing to this appeal.
First there was the speaker - his text was from Amos and normally my heart would sink thinking "Yet another one of THOSE sermons". But as he gave a brief outline of the events leading up to Amos, I was thinking "YES! I know this stuff, I can follow it, I understand it", and a feeling of surprise as I thought "I'm actually looking forward to hearing this passage expanded upon"- all the hard slog of learning I have done in the Old Testament class at Bible College is really helping me to make more sense and understand better the Bible and who God is.
But then the whole sermon was tied up with the Self Denial Appeal. Not a sermon you want to hear when you are about to head off to the Gold Coast on holiday!! Especially when the Gold Coast is home to one of the largest malls in Australasia!! But I also know that God has a sense of humour and I sensed he was laughing with me as I put it all into perspective.
Yes, I will take on board the message of Self Denial, I do believe with all my heart that God is passionately concerned with poverty and oppression, and yes, I do believe that I can make a difference by contributing to this appeal.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Exam time
The books are spread out on the table, the TV is turned off, the study schedule is written out, the coffee consumption has reached an all time high, and the food which once was regarded as detrimental to my health and to be avoided at all costs has suddenly become my friend, and my support crew.
Yes, it can mean only one thing - less than a week till my exam and still so much study to go!!!
Yes, it can mean only one thing - less than a week till my exam and still so much study to go!!!
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
The Assignment - the journey is as important as the result
Today I received my assignment back from Bible College. It was a good feeling to know that I had passed - a B! - but in some ways the feeling I had when I handed the assignment in to be marked was just as important for me.
I found the writing of the assignment incredibly difficult - not because of the topic or the lecturer, but because I had to face some "ghosts" from the past.
For lots of reasons high school was not "the best years of my life" and I left at the end of 5th form glad to be gone from the place and glad to be earning an income. I did leave however, not feeling that I had achieved academically and with echoes of very negative comments from teachers and classmates alike.
So to undertake a subject at Bible College this year has been very risky for me and has definitely been outside my comfort zone. I decided to take it as a credit course (which means I sit the tests, do the assignments and the exam at the end of the semester) rather than do it as an audit course (where you just go to the lectures and get a copy of the notes) because I knew I wouldn't put as much time into it or be as dedicated in my study if I didn't have to have my learning examined.
Many times I wished I had only done it as an audit course, especially when it came to the assignment. I wrote, rewrote, deleted, altered, rewrote again, and agonised over whether I had written intelligently or not. Thank you Alastair, Janette Busch, Amy and Warwick for patiently letting me "pick your brains" on writing assignments.
I have had a tendency in the past if I felt something was too difficult to just give up, and the temptation to do that again was very strong, yet all the time I knew that doing Bible College is part of God's preparing and equipping me for both now and the future and I knew that there were lessons I was learning about persevering, persistence and prayer that was as important to learn as the life of Abraham.
There was also the not wanting to let my family down, both Alastair and the children have sacrificed much so that I could make this dream happen - and they have also had to put up with a stressed mother!
So to finally hand in a completed assignment was a major milestone for me - but it is not over yet - the exam is yet to come!!
I also have a lot more respect for those who are studying full time at Bible College!
I found the writing of the assignment incredibly difficult - not because of the topic or the lecturer, but because I had to face some "ghosts" from the past.
For lots of reasons high school was not "the best years of my life" and I left at the end of 5th form glad to be gone from the place and glad to be earning an income. I did leave however, not feeling that I had achieved academically and with echoes of very negative comments from teachers and classmates alike.
So to undertake a subject at Bible College this year has been very risky for me and has definitely been outside my comfort zone. I decided to take it as a credit course (which means I sit the tests, do the assignments and the exam at the end of the semester) rather than do it as an audit course (where you just go to the lectures and get a copy of the notes) because I knew I wouldn't put as much time into it or be as dedicated in my study if I didn't have to have my learning examined.
Many times I wished I had only done it as an audit course, especially when it came to the assignment. I wrote, rewrote, deleted, altered, rewrote again, and agonised over whether I had written intelligently or not. Thank you Alastair, Janette Busch, Amy and Warwick for patiently letting me "pick your brains" on writing assignments.
I have had a tendency in the past if I felt something was too difficult to just give up, and the temptation to do that again was very strong, yet all the time I knew that doing Bible College is part of God's preparing and equipping me for both now and the future and I knew that there were lessons I was learning about persevering, persistence and prayer that was as important to learn as the life of Abraham.
There was also the not wanting to let my family down, both Alastair and the children have sacrificed much so that I could make this dream happen - and they have also had to put up with a stressed mother!
So to finally hand in a completed assignment was a major milestone for me - but it is not over yet - the exam is yet to come!!
I also have a lot more respect for those who are studying full time at Bible College!
Thursday, May 25, 2006
A definition of frustration
Frustration is when you wait impatiently for your old, "how much longer before this collapses" clothesline to be replaced by a new duo plus folding clothesline, only to have it rain for the next three days - and then the first day it is fine you are running late for work and haven't got time to hang the washing out. To top it off the forecast is for rain tomorrow! Aaaaaaagh!
Monday, May 08, 2006
An exciting week ahead
This morning I begin a live-in course for 5 days, training to become a State School Chaplain. This is a voluntary position for 4 hours a week, and is something I have been aware of God calling me to do for a long time.
It doesn't mean I am not nervous about it, wondering how I will cope, and because this is something I am doing in obedience to God I have this little voice that occasionally whispers "You'd better not let God down either!". I know where this comes from - and it is not from God.
I am trying not to go with any preconceived ideas, but rather I see this as an equipping week, a learning week, and a confirming week.
That fact that I don't have to cook meals for 5 days has nothing to do with my sense of excitement!
It doesn't mean I am not nervous about it, wondering how I will cope, and because this is something I am doing in obedience to God I have this little voice that occasionally whispers "You'd better not let God down either!". I know where this comes from - and it is not from God.
I am trying not to go with any preconceived ideas, but rather I see this as an equipping week, a learning week, and a confirming week.
That fact that I don't have to cook meals for 5 days has nothing to do with my sense of excitement!
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