A wee keek back keeps ye on the richt path
I came out of my friend’s house at around 11 p.m. to have to scrape the ice off Cassie the Corsa before I could drive her up to the pregnancy crisis centre to drop off some maternity clothes (thanks Mrs B!).
I switched the car on to see this on my radio/tape player dashboard.
The first ’snowflake’ always marks the official arrival of winter.
Because Cassie never lies about the outside temperature. She’s very reliable about that.
Waking up on the plane to our first glimpse of Southern Africa
This wee lassie has one mischievous personality…and fell asleep in my arms 3 days in a row.
Alone we can do little, together we can do much.
We’d been singing and dancing to ‘the rainbows in the sky shows that God’s promises are true’…we came out of the centre to see a rainbow over Bhekuwandle.
Our Team…the live out loud girls, the Oasis youth group & SITC Team 23…
There’s no one, there’s no one like Jesus
There’s no one, there’s no one like Him.
I’m walking, walking, here and there
I searched and searched, everywhere
I turn around, around and round
There’s no one, there’s no one like Him.
8 years ago, I went to church for the first time (at least voluntarily for the first time) on Remembrance Sunday 2001.
I won’t forget that day.
But on this day, I remember all my grandparents and great aunts and uncles who survived (or didn’t survive) the 2 World Wars.
All those who died in concentration camps and prisoner of war camps.
My great, great uncle who drowned on the Iolaire with home in sight coming back from the war. (lots of the Hebridean side of my family have been in the navy)
They saw and experienced things I hope no one ever has to see again.
Lest we forget.
Gavin is in his final moments…and I don’t know what to say.
Let the peace that transcends all understanding come…
I wasn’t sure what to do for a Flower of Scotland Friday post this week, until Love replied to a comment I’d made on one of his posts. Much like when my blog friend Sarah talks about Alabama, I automatically hear that Southern accent in my head, Love heard what I said in the accent of those in the Weegieland (Glasgow) because of Taggart.
I used to watch Taggart when I was wee. Highly inappropriate viewing for a primary school aged child no doubt…those weegies sure are violent! But every time someone was murdered, one of those charming young police officers from Maryhill CID (the Scottish version of City Homicide I guess) would go up to Mark McManus aka Chief Inspector Taggart and say
‘Therr’s been a murrdurr” (There’s been a murder‘)
Annoyingly I have not been able to find a clip from Taggart where they say this, but have found a clip from another show where David Tennant does a spookily good impersonation of it.
One very tedious claim to fame, the last episode of Taggart to be filmed with Mark McManus, the house used for the scene of the murder was my Mum’s friend’s house. The murder was someone who got electrocuted in a swimming pool if I remember correctly…
And although it’s not old school…here’s a wee flavour from 2002
“This isn’t the movies son, this is a murrdurr enquiry!” ahhh…classic…
So uh, not really a secret that I’m a fan of Sesame Street. Can you believe it’s been going for 40 years today.
Google told me this morning
My fave characters are absolutely Elmo and Cookie Monster. Elmo loves pizza, Cookie Monster loves chocolate chip cookies. I mean we have so much in common!
And how can you not love a show that gets famous celebrities to act like totally OTT crazy people with cute little furry monsters for free?
I mean, have you ever seen anyone so excited about octagons?! 
Some more fave celebrity visits of mine: Johnny Cash singing with Oscar the Grouch, various celebrities including Ray Charles, Star Trek guy, Ellen DeGeneres, Susan Sarandon and one of the monks from Sister Act 2 singing the Alphabet Song, Ricky Gervais and Elmo, Natalie Portman pretending to be an elephant…
And remember folks…. C is for Cookie …
Help ma boab! Someone from my church e-mailed me yesterday asking for a summary of my trip to South Africa when I took part in Soul in the City Durban in July.
A summary…huh.
errrrr….now just how many blog posts did it take me (at least 14). And I think the photo slideshow my poor suffering smallgroup got was at least 8 minutes long.
Help please! What do you reckon are the important points to include, people who followed the journey all the way from before I even got to South Africa…if you can even remember anything I said about it?!
This morning my internet was down at home, but when I got to work @machroi had sent me a DM on Twitter to tell me that wee Gavin was back in hospital having spiked another fever…he was meant to be coming home.
Please, please, please would you join me in prayer for the Owens Family? Mum (Karen), Dad (Adam), big sister (4 yo Madison) and of course Gavin.
It would also be nice to leave messages of love, prayer, support to them on Gavin’s blog
They might not get a chance to read them, but I know that they appreciate all the love and support in this really sucky situation.
My friend Caroline, asked me a while ago if I would do a guest post on her blog.
I finally got around to writing a ‘Top Ten’ post for her…check it out here on her blog: From Africa, With Love
Unless you are a parent who I know ‘in real life’. Then, uh you don’t want to click on that link. No reason to…there’s no guest post.
Don’t know what you’re talking about.
Just before I went to Cornwall (and I really do mean literally just before I left for Cornwall…like…within 60 minutes of Family Sweetroot arriving outside my house) a package arrived at my house…
…having travelled all the way from Las Vegas!! Inside was this…
I started reading it while I was in Cornwall, starting some discussion around the dinner table about Kung Fu, Karate Kid and which of the assassin names we liked best (‘The Assassin of Boom Chicka Wah Wah‘ won hands down).
It is a great read. It’s so refreshing to see something that’s been laid out well, is down to earth and not all woosy, feminine and totally cliche. It’s taking something serious with a sense of humour and being honest and real. It takes God very seriously, but doesn’t take ourselves too seriously…does that make sense?
It’s really got me thinking.
I’m beginning to accept that I’m a leader in ministry…even if that’s not ‘church’ in the traditional sense of the word. I’m still a leader with a pastoral responsibility. My desire is to be a leader, flippin’ heck even just a woman, with integrity.
My plan is over the coming weeks to write a little about my thoughts and struggles with each of the assassins.
And yes, you should absolutely get a copy of Jud and Mike’s book!
Lori has also sent me a DVD and participant’s guide for a set of studies on Deadly Viper: A Kung Fu Survival guide for life and leadership. I would love to do this with a group of people ‘in-real-life’ who are also seeking to be leaders with integrity!
Muchos gracias to Lori, Jud and Mike for being so generous in sending me this stuff.
Now to finish reading…
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