Well, it’s the end of another day and not a great one for Annie. Yesterday evening wretched nausea picked up pace and hijacked Annie’s body and well-being; just before she went to bed I had dealt with three refuse sacks of its effects. I am beginning to wonder if the City Council can give us a special trash cart just to dispose this kind of waste!
Some time ago, I fractured my elbow. After being temporarily patched and despatched by A&E, a couple of days later I went in for an appointment with the specialist. Without wanting to waste his time, I delivered my succinct and accurate review of the matter, using only the most necessary medical vocabulary.
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It’s 10 minutes to midnight and I’ve just said goodbye to five good men. I wrestled for a few minutes with what adjective I should use to describe them. I wanted to say ‘great men’ but ‘great’ is a very subjective word – and so is ‘good’ for that matter. Perhaps I should just call them five very dear brothers.
In the last blog post, I actually struggled to describe and define our happiness in words. Just like that phrase ‘Happy New Year’, our words can often appear glib; they can easily be misunderstood and misinterpreted. The happiness Annie and I have is something we truly have a reason for, it’s something we actually experience but can’t always easily come up with the words to describe that experience.
There’s been a little part of me that is reluctant to say the three words that are routinely exchanged between people this time of the year. It has nothing to do with our current circumstances, I’ve felt the same way for a long time. Of course, I can’t completely avoid saying those three words because as soon as I hear them repeated to me, it’s knee-jerk etiquette to bounce them right back. I’d appear really rude and cold if I didn’t finish my half of the annual dialogue deal. “Happy New Year?” Continue reading
It’s been just over two months to the day since we started this blog. And the blog itself was started almost one month after we first got the news that Annie’s cancer had returned. In some ways it feels like a long time ago. One of my earliest memories ‘back then’ was of the way God had moved many of the women at Manor Park (and some women from other churches) to pray for us. Continue reading
As promised, a couple of videos of two of the three songs we sang at the Manor Park Church Christmas services.
Just a very brief blog entry to send our love with the hope that you have a very joyful Christmas. A hope that can only be fulfilled and a joy that can only be experienced by receiving forgiveness for sins, which comes only through faith in God’s only Son. His name is Jesus. And He alone has dealt with the punishment for sin. No one receives forgiveness for sins without Him. No one comes to the Father except by Him. He no longer is Jesus the babe in the manger; He no longer hangs on the cross; He no longer lies in the grave. Now Jesus, the King of kings is seated at the right hand of the Father and death and sin lie crushed beneath His feet.
By His Amazing Grace and Mercy,
R&A
It’s been almost a week since I last wrote and I know some followers of the blog have been concerned – even worried – about the silence. So I thought that I ought to take a moment to let you know that all is well. I figured that people would be busy during the week leading up to Christmas, but I am touched by the number of folks who have enquired about an update during this time.
Broken Chariots 