Fierce but not so proud


I write about the stuff going on in my life, in my family’s life and general comment. Occasionally I just get an urge to splurge poetically. I met a guy yesterday called …. and immediately started rhyming his name with… I had to stop because I was laughing too much.
Hoping that I can get a bunch of kids enthused over a play (short ten mins max) on Sunday based around a secular version of We want to see…
Thinking of advent and wondering who put the -ure at the end.
Because when we delve into Advent devotionally we are on an adventure, drawing closer to our King, the Light of the World, who shines like a beacon in the darkness of our messed-up world.
I feel on fire thinking of the expedition, preparation is key and I am getting all my materials together. What do you have around you when you spend time with The Lord?
I need to meditate so I have a colouring book, there is nothing like some colouring in to free the mind. My canvas is ready, the background is dry so it waiting for inspiration. Bible obviously, I am using the paraphrased The Voice and King James versions. Loads of paper and everything I need to make joyful noises. Finally, I have space. I have a place now where it is quiet, silent and quite warm (for my house nine degrees) and I will be on the floor, grounded.
So all prepared, just waiting for the first delivery.
It all came together today, everything is absolutely perfectly dovetailing. I know will continue to let the old “me” take over every now and then but I am ready to go, to stay to do whatever is needed.
I am jumping up and down in joy; the heebie-jeebies have been banished and I just want to do and be acceptable to God.