Put a BIG spoonful of hot chocolate powder into your mouth.
Swish it about with a bit of saliva.
Smile 
(As demonstrated by Leah and my good self in the caravan last year at Billing)
Archive for February, 2007
Leah’s party was great. She wasn’t expecting a cake – seeings as she had one in December! So we all sang happy birthday. Then in came her dad with a fab cake with her picture on the icing You can see the surprise on her face!
Pin the tail on the donkey – a must! I’m sure they were all looking under the edge of the blindfold. They’re not daft these 8 year olds. And they REALLY like to win! Trying to prise the pass-the-parcel off 0ne child to move it on to the next was nigh on impossible!
You can probably see here how close they all were to the actual spot where the tail should start. Blindfold my foot!!!
And finally…..opening prezzies. Just a handful as it wasn’t actually her birthday. She had some cool things. Bratz stuff which they all seem to love despite the oversized heads, pretty summer t-shirts and sweets. Perfect.
Leah had a lovely time. She decorated the party cups herself and all the fairy cakes. Her friends liked their party bags and all the little goodies inside.
All in all a success.
Til December then (or maybe January, April, June or August – who knows). Actually I think it’s quite cool to have parties at different times of year. Summat to tell the grandkids one day 
I got this reply to my ‘fear of God/loving God post below
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Sure God loves you! 
He loves you with an everlasting love – Read Jeremiah 33 (if I remember correctly) and since He changes not, and is an eternal God, you have His unchanging and eternal love! Psalm 103 says as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is His love.
“Fear of God”, in essence, refers to an ultimate respect. Reverence. Not the fear and trembling kind of inner emotions when we have to go to our angry daddys when we screw up some things as a child.
As He embraces you everyday, may you enjoy.
Oh, too many countless examples to give, but maybe this one is suitable – perfect love casts out fear.
Cheers!
I LOVE NICE REPLIES!!!
Can’t get to sleep, so thought I’d just post one more thing…
Leah came to stay a fortnight ago. Parents gone to the dogs! That’s another story!
Anyway, said child and I played at sewing machines She made a panel of pink things then I sewed it to a t-shirt. I’ll have to get a pic of it. She’d love to see it on here!
I had a Leah size white top – £1.25 from Tesco. And a fuzzy blue hat I got for 50p in the gap sale (I lurve gap sales!). You can see from the pics what I did to them !
I’ve been thinking about this a lot this week.
I used to be terrified of God. Literally. Made worse by depression and general anxiety and phobias and other mental health conditions but I would’ve been terrified of God even if my mental health had been good! The church I attended as a kid wasn’t very explicit about God’s love. I sat in terror week after week. And then dragged that terror through the week before it got topped up again the following Sunday. Actually the only day I didn’t go to church was Saturday and the occasional wednesday if there was no sewing circle! (shudder to remember).
Nowadays, my mental health is pretty okay. I have my moments where I need more support than your average bod walking down the street. Things can occasionally still come to a complete standstill. But it’s rare. And even then, I usually have ways and means of getting through because I know it will pass. I also go to a fairly open and honest church which is pretty good most of the time. Except when it isn’t. Obviously! I’ve got good friends there. It’s safe.
But anyway, on to the fear of God…
I have a problem. Because I’m no longer terrified of God and believe that he really cares about me, I find it so much easier to do wrong without feeling guilty. And with no guilt, I don’t always feel motivated to sort it out with God. I feel okay either way.
I actually think this is how it should be. I don’t think God ever wanted me to be terrified of him. He wants us to love him. I guess this is where the test is. If I love God, I will obey his commands. (John 14v21 and v23). If I don’t, I won’t (v24).
Avoidance of feeling terrified was a much stronger motivator! Now that I know that he isn’t about to annhialate me; now that I know he loves me and likes me…
Do I love him? or not?
These are the party bags I threw together today. They’re all made from purple flowery fabric from a double duvet cover I found in a charity shop a fortnight or so ago. Each bag is different but they all have a lovely hardanger lace flower sewn on the front. These lovely flowers are curtesy of pete and lorraine. At one time they had a lovely white hardanger lace duvet set! I did have a huge sheet of white cotton from the back of the duvet cover. But Em ripped it up to cover the poor garden plants from the frost! Grrr! >-(
And now to the bracelets – all packaged up and ready to go in the bags. Geri (I love the silver in hers!):
And Birthday girl Leah. Her photo didn’t come out as well but it’s fab! She has a top to go with it but one of the cats walked mud all over it so it’s now in the wash!
To Lucy (who I painted as a puppy at Leah’s 51/2th birthday party three years ago! Nice and simple – Eeyore
Next is Simran! There is an S on the bracelet but it’s round the other side!
Last but not least, Sofia! On the other side, there’s a rainbow made up of tiny strips of fabric.
Just got to work on the surprise gift. Nearly done. It was originally going to be for Christmas but it didn’t quite make it!
I went to church today like a good girl
It was interesting. The talky bit was about pornography. Not something you hear much about in churches. Apparently 37% of Christian church leaders have at some point had a problem with it. Didn’t surprise me overly. Thought it might be higher. Made me think we should talk about it more. It’s so easily available. You can happen upon it quite by accident. I have. If nothing else, sheer curiosity makes it appealing and makes you want to go back and see more.
The fact that no-one talks about it much makes it difficult to talk about it until you really really have to because the situation has really got to you (or ‘got’ you?). And it gives the impression that you can’t talk to God about it. eg “if people think it’s too shameful to discuss, what must God think”). So divine help feels out of reach.
Why do we grade sin like that? I don’t think God does.
In my experience, you can bring all your crappy bits to God and be accepted as you are and helped to be more like you were designed to be.
I could say more but I’ll just bore myself with more of my own opinions!
My lovely neice came round tonight to make bracelets for her birthday party next week. Her birthday’s in December. Her party is whenever it happens to happen. One year it was in July.
Back to this evening and making said bracelets. In fact, she got cozy on the settee with Em and Peanut (picture below) and the laptop and cuddled up and I sat sewing buttons and beads onto felt!
Maybe tomorrow if I have the energy I’ll post a picture of them. Quite pretty
Nighty night x
and I’m not ashamed to admit it! (not a lot anyway). There is a story behind her creation which I will go into at some point. Maybe I’ll give her her own page! She’s cool. Everything comes apart and buttons back together. Great fun! She’s gone now and I have three photo’s of her.Here’s another one…..
Thankfully she survived the ordeal!
