a thousand blue fish

I know that I have been scarce and, to be honest I have very good reason.  Our laptop is still...well...sad and though I am uber blessed to have a spiffy iPhone 4S blogging from it is not the most fun thing I could be doing. My darling hubs thought it would be best we took a chance and set up the laptop, I think I was starting to worry him.  Creatively, except for Instagram, I am suffering just a tad.  So here I am doing what I love best, blogging. (And now I am sitting here wondering what to blog about.  And my darling hubs has music on that is only distracting me more) About a week ago, while at the park with my class, it suddenly dawned on me that we live in Japan.  We have moved out of the newness feel and are settled.  Our days are filled with children, ours and other peoples, grocery store visits, bicycle rides, runs, moments lost staring out of the window and laundry.  We are happy, happier than I would have thought possible two m...

I've just read over a bunch of my posts only to discover really wonky sentence structure, words missed out and really poor spelling. I apologise. I think from now I am going to plan things a bit better. I am also aware that I sometimes, if not often, speak half formed thoughts which should not be the case if I am planning my posts. I wish I could plan what I am going to say in real life. It seems to have been a thing for as long as I can remember, getting so excited about something that I haven't fully worked through. Ok, now I have a wierd thing. One of you dear readers comes to my blog via Proxify.com, which is a thing that hides your url (for people like me who had to find out). I am wondering why you would hide. I have been trying to figure it out and I have come up with a few options. K, you are a govermental organisation watching me,you are someone famous, you are publisher offering me a book deal (ha, ha, considering the way I write), you are a successful blogg...

When you are mom to a toddler you realise that bad communication (their inability) makes life rather tenuious.    i don't actually know what he wants when he does that!  I want desperately to say I am but a mummy, not a mind reader.  That would be somewhat untrue.  Being a mummy I know my son has certain things he has to have to keep him in peaceful space (that space is not devoid of naughtiness mind you.)  It is simple, feed him before he's ravenous, offer him something to drink all the time and make sure he is well rested.  Luckily my child is not easily bored, so I don't have to worry about that one.  I do wish he could communicate though, because when he starts screaching my ability to function goes out the window.  My brain comes to a standstill until the high pitched wailing of the little guy gets it going again.  Then we spend time trying to figure out what it is he wants.  It is super difficult at this point...

I really feel privelleged to have a blog.  It is this wierd freedom that allows me the time, the space, to speak, to think to dream.  And I feel challenged.  I have read so many blogs of late that really inspire me.  They speak life and quietly, beautifully reflect God the way I want to.  It really saddens me that so many people are pushed away from God because of Christians.  These blogs that speak of a yearning to know God and to live out His purposes on earth, also speak of the reality of what it is to be a child of God.  We struggle and strive, and at times want to throw up our hands.  We do this not because we doubt God, we just do not always remember who we are in God.  I want my blog as an extension of my life to inspire, to encourage. I have been really challeneged to have my life reflect God.  I desire to be the example of Christ, the representation of Christ, Christ to the world around me.  I want to love and b...

When I was a student I used to write poetry, dark, meaningful poetry. I was also in a depressive state and drunk much of the time. For some reason it has always been easier to write in that state then to write in this one. Sad as I am I have this sense that I am supposed to write. I think maybe i have taken so long to discover and pursue the blog thing, because I've been scared I couldn't write without some kind of dark inspiration. But I want to write, so I will write choosing new inspiration, like my redemption, my husband, my children, family, our future. I was going to write about beautiful things, but we are almost home and I need to finish.