I sat down and wrote this post late last night. I finished it and as I was fiddling with the finishing touches … poooooof it vanished! Clearly my computer thought it would make a yummy midnight snack! Agghhhhhhh how frustrating to have it vanish before my eyes! After a soothing cup of tea, I put my weary self to bed and decided to tackle it afresh today.
This past week has been a momentous one!
When I was a little girl, I secretly hoped that Santa Claus and Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer would go to Russia en route to our home and leave a beautiful Babuschka doll under our Christmas tree, just for me. Each year I left him a mince pie and a chilled beer and although he left me wonderful gifts he still didn’t remember my Babuschka doll! I am still waiting, Santa – are you out there? I know I am all grown up now but I still fancy a Babuschka doll.
There are so many different angles that I can take to write this particular post: from how blessed I was on my birthday earlier this week, how happy I am to be alive, how God has helped me heal at a supernatural rate or even how much I really enjoy eating a really good cupcake (especially for breakfast)! So I will try to condense all these different topics and emotions into one post about an incredibly special birthday that I celebrated on Monday.
I have entered a new and beautiful season in my life, with God using me and my story to speak hope and healing into the lives of others. Wow, what a privilege this is! It has not been without opposition though. Okay, lets level here – a LOT of opposition which has left me feeling vulnerable and very angry at times! I guess one can call this a righteous anger!
A thought for the day
I am an absolute movie junkie! I have a huge love of films, especially off beat or arty ones that are enriched with culture, life lessons, colour, humour, drama… and especially ones with which my own life resonates … and I hit a home run last night with ‘ The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel’.
We all have our little quirks and idiosyncrasies that make us unique. We also all have those little things that make us want to go apoplectic with anger and for someone who has been through a trauma, we also have those things that trigger us. I call this Trigger unHappy! According to the Merriam Webster dictionary, the word Trigger means the following.
The past weekend was a toughy for me. A door that I had really hoped would open career wise didn’t and I felt disappointed, rejected, lonely and somewhat sorry for myself (Just being honest here – if people actually attended Pity Parties, I would have had one in grand style!)