magic

What with the busyness of wedding preparations and work, not to mention my terrible cold (I'm not good when I'm ill), blogging has taken a bit of a backseat.

One thing that caught my attention this week was a magic wand in Abby's vet kit.

I'm not sure how it ended up there, and it certainly seemed out of place amongst the toy stethoscope, bandages, syringe etc.

It made me think that if all else fails you can whip out the magic wand in the hope of putting things right.

How often do we have that attitude to prayer? If all else fails - pray!

Begin with prayer - talking and listening.

twins

follow

Twenty one years ago, at about 9.30pm in a car park in Redbourn, I made a decision to follow Jesus.

There have undoubtedly been times when onlookers will have questioned the validity of my decision, and to be fair my actions have not always lived up to my words.

I have always been, and constantly remain, dependant on God's grace.

Regardless of any successes or failures on my part it will always be the best decision I ever made, and the glory belongs to Him.

love

While talking on the phone to a friend yesterday he asked me what he could do to more obviously demonstrate love to his wife.

My suggestion was to make a list of three things that really bugged his wife and start work on putting one of them right. To compliment that I also suggested that he make a list of three ways he could really spoil his wife and make one of them happen.

I confessed to him that if Justine heard my suggestions she might wonder why I don't put them into practice myself.

Fair point.

I'll shall start work on my two lists today.

bridge

I was browsing through the pictures folder of my computer when I came across the picture shown below.

It made me stop and think.

clay

Yesterday I was thinking about how God wants to lift us up out of the miry clay and put us on a mountain top to breathe the fresh air and enjoy the spectacular views.

Yet sometimes we have been in the clay so long that we have started to like it there. We play in the clay. We find comfort and security in the clay.

I was thinking about all this again a few minutes ago, when I remembered that I bought some play-doh yesterday afternoon (for the wedding of course), and this morning I read an article on the BBC website about a tribute to Tony Hart, where people had made lots of Morphs.

The message has been reinforced.

We might think we like it in the clay but God has called us for something far greater.