daily bread

Caleb and I read the story of David and Goliath before bed tonight. Here’s Caleb’s summary:

‘ So, God says we should throw stones at bad people so they will die. But only if they are really bad’.

I tried to steer the conversation toward God helping us when we are scared and feel little but Caleb was more interested in the understanding the key differences between Jesus and God.

“Mummy, do Jesus and God have the same hair?’

” Well Caleb, if they did what kind of hair would they have?’

” I think it’s curly and blue and purple and white. I think’.

Who am I to argue?

A Mother’s Day post that ended up on espero.

Having a picnic in the courtyard with Caleb and his wee friend Joe and listening to them make up stories together about witches and castles and goblins and princesses, getting so excited they forgot to eat. I love seeing the raw imaginations of kids this age and the worlds they create.

Did I mention that I’m a bit of a worrier?

Ok, so truth be told it’s not just about financial things, also about medical things.

I’ve had a weird recurrent growth in my mouth and finally went to the Dr today who told me, of course, that its just a weird wee cyst and nothing to worry about.

Phew.

Today I am thankful for Rhetro, my father-in-law.

It is well known that I can be a wee worrier. Particularly about all things financial. So I got myself into a wee pickle with Paypal UK (looong story about paying things online form Canada) which kept going in and out of my radar until this week when I learned they were sending threatening letters talking about solicitors and the like. Cue panicked, frantic activity trying to sort it all out which turned out was impossible from here.

At this point our hero enters the story. Soon as Rhet knew I was fretting he just took it off my hands and piff, paff, poof, sorted it all out.

I’m thankful for the amazing family I belong to and how well they know and love me.

Me, ” Have you something you want to say to me?’.

Him, ‘ Huh?’.

Me, ‘You’re sure there is nothing you think you might want to say to me TODAY?”

‘Huh?’.

Me, with hurt-pissed-off look on my face, ” Let me make this simple: WHAT MIGHT YOU HAVE FORGOT ABOUT THAT WOULD HURT MY FEELINGS’.

Him, now with the fear of God in him and going slightly pale, “ummm….today? …….eh…… Oh shit.’

Him, eyes wide, seeking some sign of mercy in my face, ‘ happy anniversary’.

Cue long, uncomfortable pause.

Far too easy. He’s such a sucker. I milk it for a few more minutes and then confess: I only realized 5 mins earlier because I got an e-mail from a friend who always remembers these things.

You’d think after 7 years he’d finally work out when I’m winding him up, but oh it is sooo much fun.

I’m thankful for 7 years of friendship and love, hardwork and laughter. 7 years of seeing each other at our glittering best and our beat-up, broken worst. We are not the people we thought we were when we made those vows – we couldn’t see the reams of baggage we were bringing with us nor did we know ourselves very well. But marriage is both merciless and full of grace. We find ourselves utterly exposed, the truth of who we really are is finally known and it is then that those promises and that covenant finally make sense. I have been seen, found out, known and heard and yet I am loved and accepted. You’re promising to stay, to work out it out, to nurse me through it, cheer me on, hold my hair while I puke, be proud of me, tell me to wise up when I need it, and look at me with eyes of love.

Me too.

Thank you.