Sunday 17 April 2011

He. is. good.


If you want to know what this post is about in four words, here it is: 
GOD IS BEYOND AMAZING.


His goodness toward me, me, is astounding.  I can't believe that He would be so abundant in his gifts to me.  It sounds all good on paper in some random book talking about God, but to experience His goodness and faithfulness personally, is just incredible.  I feel so unworthy and so unbelievably privileged.  Here's why.

I came to a new job two weeks ago.  I had nothing other than the few things that could fit in my car.  I drove for 9 hours before getting here and staying with relatives that I have met once before.  I started a new and unfamiliar job and through everything, I felt such a peace.  I had such a security in His love and care for me.  I knew that God would not bring me here to abandon me.  He would provide a way for me.  In my heart of hearts, I asked Him for some things that to be very honest, I never really expected Him to answer.  I was more like, "Well, God, it would be nice but I don't expect you to deliver on it".  I think I underestimated God.  Talk about an understatement!

Mostly, I was concerned with where I was going to find a place to live.  I had some things on the list that were deal-breakers and others that weren't.  I wanted to live with Christians, girls preferably.  I wanted a newish place in a safe area that wasn't too far away from my work or the homes of my friends and family.  I would love to have my own bathroom!  And it would be amazing to be able to have the use of a garage to park my car.  And I need furniture because I didn't have any space in my car for any.  Friends, He gave me all of that.  And more.  I move next weekend.

Thank you God.  You are so good to me.  Your love for me is endless and unfathomable.  You guide me and keep me.  You are more wonderful to me than my feeble words can describe.  

Sunday 10 April 2011

Unfamiliar territory


I had hoped to avoid getting sick.  Especially so early on in autumn and the start of my job.  But nevertheless I did.  A cold in the head, I have.  So inconvenient.  I had tried so hard to keep healthy, having vitamins and eating right but to no avail. 

I’ve heard it said that everyone has a different need when they’re sick.  Some like to be cared for, some want nothing to do with anybody, some sleep, some do all the above.  I think I like a bit of caring, lots of sleeping, snuggling on the couch watching TV and walking around the house in my pajamas with one of my dad’s hanky’s in my pocket.  So much better than going through a whole box of tissues, not to mention cheaper.  Just put it in the wash and viola – clean. 

Herein lay my dilemma.  Being away from home, there were no daddy’s hankies around.  I’m not ashamed to admit it.  Men’s  Dad's handkerchiefs are just so comforting, especially when feeling so terrible and blocked up.  So I decided that I needed a substitute for my absent father.  Or rather, his hankies!  So, among several other errands, I ventured into the mystery that is a men’s department!!  Ahh, what did I think I was doing?  I felt so awkward.  Have you ever been in a place that feels so strange, so foreign that you understand what Alice must have felt when she fell down the rabbit hole?  Well I have.  It just happened to be in my local men’s department.  I wondered around a little aimlessly, perhaps with a bit of a little-girl-lost look on my face.  I just couldn’t bare the thought of some sales guy asking if there was anything he could help me with.  I must have hid my bewilderment quite well because nobody did.  After circulating for what seemed like half an hour, winding through shirts and socks and countless other unfamiliar and frankly slightly embarrassing items,  I found what I’d been seeking – handkerchiefs.  “Eight men’s handkerchiefs for six dollars.  Yes, a steal for that price.  I’ll take it”.  I kind of associated them as belonging to someone else rather than to me.  The logic worked in my mind, believe me.

I beelined out of there and retreated to the familiarity of the women’s department and found a twin pair of white socks to complete my purchases and paid at the lingerie counter of all places.   Suffice to say, I am the proud owner of eight men’s handkerchiefs.  I really hope this makes you laugh because I can't help thinking what a silly girl I am!  

Tuesday 5 April 2011

Rosy hues

This is just to put things into context - just in case I haven't before. But you know, starting a new blog and all...

I moved to a new city last weekend. I'm still getting my head around driving on motorways and big city traffic and three lane roads. I have a place to stay for now. The idea of moving out of home always made it's way in and out of my head. I'm glad that the reality of doing so is in God's timing cause goodness knows I wouldn't have been ready otherwise. I now own the car I drive and pay the insurance. I started a full-time job yesterday. So as to pay that insurance. I bought a mug yesterday, the only item of household anything I own which is not in storage at home. It's to use in the staff room, which I think is lovely. I am pretty sure I'm gonna stick around in the job because I did a nine hour shift on my very first day before attending the monthly staff meeting. Which lasted three hours. I got back at nine pm and all I wanted to do was go to bed. Had to report to the parents thought, seeing that it was a monumental day in my life really. But after all that, I am so excited to be working there. I'll tell you more about the job in a separate post and what I've learnt in the process of transitioning from unemployed to stable job etc. All in all, my view on the world is pretty lovely right now. I had a random thought tonight that I wonder when it will fade into stark reality. Psh! Don't you think such a negative thing. Enjoy the season for what it is.

As a side note, this is a ramble and I know it. But somehow, I don't mind. I've decided that this blog will have no rules. I don't want to put any expectations on myself to do certain things or say certain things. What is, is. Hopefully it will be worth reading. And hey, there won't even be a picture with this post - because that is just something that I would not normally do.