One morning during the week I open my home up for craft.
‘BYO craft and something yummy to share’ is how I invite people as I meet them here and there.
‘Craft at Jo’s House’ has been happening on and off for the past 13 years at least, it’s quite hard to remember that far back. We have had a stream of babies in capsules, prams, toddlers and pre-schoolers. Now there are only a dwindling handful of children as each year more of them head off to school. The crafters are a diverse mix of mothers, grandmothers, students, teachers, nurses, sign language translators, zoologists, piano teachers, writers, swimming coaches and…..I am sure I have forgotten somebody.
Really, it’s not about the craft (knitting, sewing, crochet, scrapbooking etc…), sometimes we don’t even unpack our knitting. It’s about the stories we share. About the babies born too early, or those with extra bits and missing bits, dying parents, hurtful husbands, money worries, mental health, and teenagers freaking us out totally! Some of us are Christians and get to share about the One who forgives, heals and restores. We all listen to one another.
Do you have somewhere to share your stories?
Yesterday was day 4 of an intensive Pastoral Care course. I came home shattered.
Actually, I came home via Coles where I bought chocolate, a craft magazine and bath bubbles.
It was a wonderful course, and also a very intense experience, particularly the session on grief.
I think the Kairos motto is a good one to apply to Pastoral Care. Listen, Listen. Love, Love.
16 “What are we going to do with these men?” they asked. “Everyone living in Jerusalem knows they have performed a notable sign, and we cannot deny it. 17 But to stop this thing from spreading any further among the people, we must warn them to speak no longer to anyone in this name.” Acts 4:16-17 NIV
I couldn’t help smiling when I heard this read in Church on Sunday. I wonder if those leaders had any idea how far and wide ‘this thing’ would actually spread?
2000 years later on the other side of the world, a 40 year old Gentile woman has believed in ‘this thing’, this person Jesus who overcame the grave, offering healing and salvation to all.
Stability. Staying where you are, in order to grow.
This is a vow unique to the Benedictine Monks, and as I read about it this morning in my book I feel it, making sense, causing me to inhale.
Staying where you are in order to grow.
For me this means keeping my thoughts where I am in order to grow.
I am a daydreamer, as I imagine lots of women are. Even though I am here in body, going through the motions, often my mind is not. It’s busy imagining my other life; the one where I am free to do as I please, engage in stimulating intellectual conversation all day, create worthwhile things (whatever they might be???) and nobody is constantly asking, ‘come play Lego with me mummy?’.
“We will discover our true selves as we patiently simmer in communities and relationships to which God has called us. And we will find God there as well, because if we cannot find God where we are, we will not find him elsewhere”
Do you struggle with keeping your thoughts in the right place?
So the yellow thing continues. I saw these cups today for $1.35 each and could not resist.
What do you do when you crave some solitude yet are surrounded by children at home every day because it is school holidays?
When you live in a big brand new house near the mountains but what you think you really want is a tiny shack by the beach.
What does it mean when you can wear a yellow t-shirt for a whole day? You leave it on even though it makes you feel weird because you usually only wear black white or grey t-shirts.
I do know one thing. I’m pretty sure there should be some commas in those sentences above.
Did you know there are over 180 shades of white paint available at my local paint shop?
I found this out when we building our house. Choosing to paint your walls white is not the easy option for those weary of making choices.
By the end of the process, our standard answer to the builder had become,
” We have 4 kids, 3 of them boys. We don’t care too much what they look like, but which taps ,tiles, toilets etc… do you think are the strongest?”
Yes, they thought we were weirdos.
I think the shade of white we chose was Milk Cloud. Or was it Princess Bling? I don’t remember.
My favourite shade of white comes from the book of Isaiah.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
They shall be white as snow” (Isaiah 1:18)
White as Snow. Now that is a colour I remember the name of.