25/4/2017
Haven't blogged for a while; been preoccupied with our churches new ambition to read the Bible in a year. As I started about 10 days late because of having the new kitchen done and I'm not the fastest of readers I'm about 20 days behind now. I am still struggling to know what my purpose is in life at the moment with having M.S. and Fibromyalgia. I am going to start a lip reading course on Friday. I though it might come in handy as my husband says I don't hear a word he says (or he thinks I'm ignoring him.).
It was a lovely day last Thursday; Beautiful sunshine coming out in time for my friend's boy's wedding. Couldn't think of a nicer way to spend the Thursday afternoon.
My husband is out shopping now.
I am worried about my driving license. The D.V.L.A. has had it for ages and keeps sending me letters asking for proof that I am fit to drive. I will be devastated if I can't have my car any more, that will practically be the end of me.
Tuesday 25 April 2017
Thursday 13 April 2017
Maynday thursday Blues
13/4/2017
It's Maundy Thursday and usually it's my favourite service of the year, where the church is stripped bare while the scriptures of his last night before Passover and then the crucifixion and we are left in silent reflection and walk out in darkness feeling completely stripped of life's strappings and thoughts only on God or Jesus. But this year I am denied this beautiful service in our church because it's been changed to a family friendly bring your own food to share. What am I to do?
I don't feel like it's a time for rejoicing, but one of mourning as the name suggests Maundy service.
So I will probably spend the night watching the TV again.
Bye for now
It's Maundy Thursday and usually it's my favourite service of the year, where the church is stripped bare while the scriptures of his last night before Passover and then the crucifixion and we are left in silent reflection and walk out in darkness feeling completely stripped of life's strappings and thoughts only on God or Jesus. But this year I am denied this beautiful service in our church because it's been changed to a family friendly bring your own food to share. What am I to do?
I don't feel like it's a time for rejoicing, but one of mourning as the name suggests Maundy service.
So I will probably spend the night watching the TV again.
Bye for now
Tuesday 11 April 2017
Fear and insecurity
11/4/17
Last time I checked I was 9 stone 9, so I've joined the majority of the western world and am trying to count the calories, but I'm not at all motivated. I'll have to get bigger clothes or do what I didn't wasn't to do ; go back to size 12 again; I'm in size 10s now but they are getting tighter everyday. I look in the mirror and see the protruding stomach like I'm 4 months pregnant. Why does it always go there? I can't exercise much because of my M.S. and Fibromyalgia. So what can I do except eat less.
I still have a problem swallowing though there's fear and hesitation in opening my throat to swallow; I think this is due to my husbands insecurity about his job at the moment.
Sorry I'm not a barrel of laughs today I think it's the most wonderful thing in the world; to make people laugh and I wish I could.
bye for now
Last time I checked I was 9 stone 9, so I've joined the majority of the western world and am trying to count the calories, but I'm not at all motivated. I'll have to get bigger clothes or do what I didn't wasn't to do ; go back to size 12 again; I'm in size 10s now but they are getting tighter everyday. I look in the mirror and see the protruding stomach like I'm 4 months pregnant. Why does it always go there? I can't exercise much because of my M.S. and Fibromyalgia. So what can I do except eat less.
I still have a problem swallowing though there's fear and hesitation in opening my throat to swallow; I think this is due to my husbands insecurity about his job at the moment.
Sorry I'm not a barrel of laughs today I think it's the most wonderful thing in the world; to make people laugh and I wish I could.
bye for now
Tuesday 4 April 2017
High flying
4/4/17
Easter is nearly upon us and I've just been practising Easter Hymns for our service at the Nursing Home I go to one hour a week now. Is it just me or did people sing higher years ago. The Christmas Carols are the worst. My voice is pants at the moment anyway; very limited range so I pitch the songs too low for some of them to sing and even then I can't sing the higher notes. I guess the higher they sang, the more God would hear it.
Bye for now
Easter is nearly upon us and I've just been practising Easter Hymns for our service at the Nursing Home I go to one hour a week now. Is it just me or did people sing higher years ago. The Christmas Carols are the worst. My voice is pants at the moment anyway; very limited range so I pitch the songs too low for some of them to sing and even then I can't sing the higher notes. I guess the higher they sang, the more God would hear it.
Bye for now
Monday 3 April 2017
Falling apart
3/4/17
'Everything put together falls apart.' Isn't that a line from a song? Paul Simon? Joni Mitchel spring to mind, but maybe not. Still stagnating in my messy room, getting fatter addicted to Chocca Moccas or however you spell them. Went to church yesterday. Our new minister told us that he loved us. Don't think I've heard a minister say that with such conviction and not in a sentimental way; just after he's given us all communion.
I lit a candle at the end of the service. It was for 3 reasons; our Organist, my husbands job and my health. I don't know which one I cried a little for. I think it was our brilliant musician. He said he's holding me to us doing a musical together when he gets better. I hope he gets better soon he looks really bad.
'Everything put together falls apart.' Isn't that a line from a song? Paul Simon? Joni Mitchel spring to mind, but maybe not. Still stagnating in my messy room, getting fatter addicted to Chocca Moccas or however you spell them. Went to church yesterday. Our new minister told us that he loved us. Don't think I've heard a minister say that with such conviction and not in a sentimental way; just after he's given us all communion.
I lit a candle at the end of the service. It was for 3 reasons; our Organist, my husbands job and my health. I don't know which one I cried a little for. I think it was our brilliant musician. He said he's holding me to us doing a musical together when he gets better. I hope he gets better soon he looks really bad.
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