Newsmaker of the year: The Muscle Car

2012 was our "Year of the Car" as Steve worked on his Ford Fairlane. It went from old yellow crunk-car, to shiny blue monster. Needless to say, plenty of money and time was spent along the way - but he is now an expert in it, and very satisfied with the result. There are of course a few further adjustments to make...and I think there always will be. That is the nature of the beast!



2012

I hope you enjoy this collage of our year: the car, William's 9th birthday, the cats Luca and Jet, helicopter rides with Gavin, racing and swimming, and our beautiful Nature Reserve.

LIFE! - a miracle merry-go-round

"I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, ‘This is what it is to be happy." - Sylvia Plath *

Life feels as if it is fizzing and buzzing at the moment - full of creative energy. What a powerful blessing, after a long season of dryness and depression and lack of energy. It can only be due to water from the well-spring of life, from Father-God who "tends" me and cares for me. I FEEL like a vine rooted in Christ...

Last night we met with a group that we call LIFE, and it was just that. Each one had a vision to share, a story of God's faithfulness and goodness, an insight into how we live this life in Christ...It is hard to put into words the sense of family, "solidness", and strength such times bring. At Pilates class earlier the same day, I could feel my body just "drinking in" the stretching and controlled exercises we did - it was sometimes painful, but overall so satisfying, so needed. There was something of the same sense at Lifegroup: of challenge, growth, and vitality.

Did you play on a merry-go-round as a child? My Alexander (6) can't get his head around the word, which is fairly new to him (his new school has one). Yesterday, despite telling me he'd fallen off it, he called it a "miracle-round". I pray your "merry-go-round" that feels a bit too fast or busy, will become your "miracle-round" as you feel and see God at work in your life.

A real merry-go-round at Ratanga Junction

*This comes from a site called mindbloom.com, which runs a "life game" where you grow your tree by setting goals, adding inspiration, and generally doing your own "life-coaching". It is a bit slow and frustrating at times, but overall enjoyable and helpful.

The Scent of Water

On Wednesday, Alexander and I saw a lovely old tortoise. We had walked in the Nature Reserve, following a beautiful shaded path along the stream. As we walked under the archway that marks the pedestrian entrance, we saw a tortoise trundling along at quite a pace. Its neck was stretched out, and all four legs were fully extended. Its shell was quite white in places, as if all the top layer had been burned off. Where was it off to? We watched, intrigued, as it headed for a puddle of water on the tar, left by the sprinklers. When it reached the water, it sat right down in it and sort of shuffled. It did this several times, before setting off again, still with set intent. It had made a significant detour to reach the water.

The tortoise knew what it needed: it followed the scent of water. The book of Job in the bible talks about how even a tree stump in the ground will sprout and branch again at the scent of water (Job 14:22). That speaks to me about renewal; about resting in God; about following the path to what we know we need and is best for us, even if to others it seems like a detour. And the tortoise enjoyed it!

Some other threads from this episode: Alexander was so intent and focused on that tortoise. He followed it in its slow progress; sat and watched it; delighted in it. It was like a gift and blessing on the day.
Earlier, I had let HIM lead the way, choosing the path, choosing the pace. He decided when we should rest, what to look at. It was so satisfying to see him enjoy this exploration; satisfying just to be patient, and allow him his six-year-old space...

I have decided that this will be the Year of the Tortoise: patience, concentration and intentness, a sense of purpose, rest and restoration in God.

Jet Cat and tap-water

Well, we have another cat. He is a wild teenager who likes to play hard and sleep hard. He has a lovely soft voice and loud purr, and uses both frequently - including in the middle of the night! Last night I was woken up by both boys, separately, AND by the cat...like being a new mom again (yawn)! Alexander plays tirelessley with Jet (he is black, by the way, hence the name); and even the dogs are learning to play with him. Penny chases him, then he chases her back; then they spend some time in a stand-off, Penny lying with her nose on her paws, whining, and Jet with his tail flicking, occasionally sticking out a paw at her...

Does water come out of the tap every time you open it? For most of us, the answer is invariably, "Yes." Last Wednesday our water was cut off for most of the day, and I wondered again how people cope without running water. How do you clean up a dirty toddler, and wash your own hands before making food? I had a flash of understanding for those who riot and protest after living for YEARS without promised water supplies... Those of us who have water, must save it; and those who don't, should get access to it...

Right now it is a blustery, rainy, Cape winter day; last night we had sheets of lightning and rain. The sky brightens, then darkens again; grey, low clouds race by, beneath bigger, slower, whiter ones... Everything, it seems, is in motion.

The glass half empty

You might want to skip this one - it's about depression...On the other hand, maybe you can help! I'd like to wake up and take a positive step or thought each day, and then keep on positively. It seems that, too often, one small thing annoys or irritates me, and the downward spiral begins...The "down" mood can last all morning, and return at odd moments in the day to surprise and unsettle me.
I know that these times will pass, whether after a few hours or, at worst, a few days. An old hymn comes to mind:
"I have an anchor that keep the soul steadfast and sure while the billows roll; anchored to the Rock that cannot fail, founded sure and fast in the Saviour's love."
My essay-writing techniques tell me a quote must be followed by an explanation; but there is no explaining this sureness and this love. It simply is.

Jade

The past week has been coloured by the ill-health of one of our cats, Jade. She has alwasy been thin in a Siamese kind of way; but recently lost weight again. We put her on tablets and special food for a possible kidney problem; then she stopped eating. We tried antibiotics. When there was no change, and our beautiful cat was just fading away - although still "herself"- we had to decide to let her go. I miss her everywhere I look, it seems...but most of you will know how this feels. She was small, and black with white socks and a white blaze and chest, and gorgeous jade eyes (green, not the reflective blue in the pic!). She was no lap-cat, but condescended to sleep on beds. Her smallness made her seem very prim and proper; she alwasy spoke politely when spoken to (Siamese ancestry again!).

To those bold enough to wonder, the answer is, "Yes, we'll get another cat!" - probably in the July holidays.

Continuing

We recently swopped two rooms around: the boys' room to the study, and the study to the boys' room. They have more space; I have a view of the garden; we all win! Friends and family, seeing the change, all agree it's a good one. "What took you so long?" is the most frequent comment! You might be saying the same about this new post - indeed, I'm saying it to myself: what took you so long?
The answer isn't really important - at least, not as important as writing again. Like moving rooms, it's obviously right...

Amongst all the busyness and ups and downs, one or two things stand out. There have been many hugs - from small boys, from friends. As my children get older, it does indeed "get easier", as my friend Barbara always reassured me. I marvel at what my boys can now accomplish on their own - new words delighted in, new heights climbed, new social skills mastered... I keep hearing stories of God's goodness, of his timely intervention in our lives: a house rented out, a meal provided, a job offered, forgiveness asked...Now and again, my soul is refreshed by a beautiful view, an autumn leaf, or shared laughter. Things grow and change. I pick myself up and try again.
Life is good.