Today's guest post is from my sister-in-law, another Ann-Marie, (though she spells it wrong 😀 😀 😀 ) The poem is short, but beautiful. And here it is... December Blessings At last I escape from head wreck and heart ache The bright blue skies balm to my soul Gusty breezes toss up the crows like …
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Tired feet and a full heart
Following on from my last post - complaining about how busy I am, I thought it would be good to reflect on what I've been up to, and why the diary has been so full. I made it sound awful, to be constantly on the go and not have a minute to stop. But much of …
The A to Z of the Pastor’s Wife – M is for Mammy
M is for Mammy OK before we start, I know 'what if' is a bit of a waste of time, especially when there is absolutely no way of knowing the answer to the question. But... There are two that have been rolling around my head for a while. What would my mammy of me being a …
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What’s love got to do with it?
Yesterday I was at a thanksgiving service for the life of a truly lovely lady. It was the first funeral I've been to since my Dad died in last March, so it caught me by surprise. I was sad to be saying goodbye to a woman who I was delighted to have as an aunty …
Someone’s on the naughty list…
I have broken my very own rule of not leaving my blog idle for weeks on end. As a reader of blogs, I really don't like to visit one, only to find it dusty and in need of a fresh post. And here I am, rocking up for the first time since Halloween! Naughty Amo! I …
She’s Leaving Home
Well hello there 🙂 Yes it's a while since I’ve been here. My little summer break turned into a longer one because I knew when I came back to the blog I’d be writing this post. It’s a strange thing to finally have an answer after a couple of years of searching for one. Stranger …
Crying with Laughter
I met a friend recently and the idea was that we would get together to write for a couple of hours. Spur each other on with a fantastic word count. Almost an hour and a half (and a pot of coffee with biscuits) later, we had done no writing. Well, we had not written anything …
