On the loud side of bright

    'Mend and carry on', a little home-spun survival tip when dealing with things hardly bigger than a wool sock. Actually, don't sell old socks short.
I know I shouldn't have been driving the car any more than I should have, but 'shoulda, woulda, coulda', are the words of someone with a little peep, music lessons and an unreasonable desire to check out a near-by pet shop.
    She's the little peep in which adventures happen. A pair of crutches in the back was the result of her last one.
We putt-growled our way around until I chose a side road in which to turn around.
Pointed in the right direction, our less than aesthetically pleasing 'billy cart' car unleashed seven kinds of fury, pinning a pensioner protecting his garage, baring the last of his own teeth.
Little Peep put on her scratched, rose coloured glasses with one arm, and stared straight on.
     I don't know who I felt worse for?
I made my apologies, and propelled our monster noise out of the too small space, leaving a shattered gent with probably one less tooth for the experience.
Down hill from here, kiddo.
With every inch, we likened a twin engine by-plane dragging a shanty town behind.
Free wheeled around a round-about, then coasted to a stop down a more tolerant side street.
    Yay, we have breakdown....just call someone......card must be here.......wait.'
My older Peep at home. 'Hi, is there paper work for....well how 'bout next to my bed, in the nest of....
No? Book mark....ya, I remember now, that was to remind me to...
Ah, you're a good gal, cheers'. 
Once on the phone to the breakdown operator, 'What's wrong, well the muffler fell off......the muffler... you know, the muffler thing on the bottom of the car and on the road. I don't know what else to call it? The thing that keeps the engine from sounding like a speed boat slowly blowing up!' (What the hell is wrong with this woman, every one......) 'Oh, that sounds like it.....the exhaust. Yup. Well it's now on the floor.'
(Humble,) 'That's brilliant, an hour, and the sun is coming out.'
 Just time enough to nip around the corner get some warm, soggy chips and a bottle of something fizzy! Small Peep has worked her way through the other arm of said rose coloured glasses. From sheer painful anguish. I reflected that this whole episode could have kicked off at 60m.p.h. on the relief road and left us hanging by one tyre on the fly over.
 Also, I've seen this before, caused by separation anxiety from hand held games console. I must be compensating for mental anguish by actually agreeing to a cola. Bright sides have a valued place. Take care of that space.
     The kid burps like a viking.
The recovery man was not long in coming! He spotted us from half way down the road. With the occasional earth tremor after cola swig and the mangled metal that could have once been a motor bike under our 'billy cart'.
He could not dislodge the remains......The Peep took one more brave swig to bounce a few times.
We all agreed it was worth a go.
Sadly no.
But we did have a birds eye view from the cab of the lovely fella's cab as we dragged the monstrosity through town.
I felt like we were visiting dignitaries when he drove us home though our small village.
Cheers!
Love, Val.


   
   
   

I beg to differ,my friend

    I have just read a point of view article in this weeks R.T. BBC. by Bettany Hughes.
I'm probably the last to get on this band wagon of opinion as I was late  and picking up my copy this week.
As I was looking something else up in the scriptures of the King James, I took this historian's article and put the inspired findings to argue. That history and the inspired word of God makes no bones about how we should perceive the preserved word of God. The Holy Spirit inspired a huge array of people to write the scriptures. It confuses me why this gal feels so defencive about how influential woman were in history and how woman influence the scriptures.
    As for the comment 'who knows whether God is a girl,'....I think her beloved vicar has his work cut out. There are plenty of references to woman in scriptures(and men for that matter) that would do well to not stand in the spot light.
    In Matthew 13:49-50 And he stretched forth his hand(Jesus) toward his disciples, and said, Behold my mother and my brethren!
   For whosoever shall do the will of my Father which is in heaven, the same is my brother and sister, and mother.
So actually, I don't think there are too many pedestals there.
    Here's the thing. We see all to often where religion is concerned, that there is a hierarchy on earth
that is confusing and judgemental. Naw, free yourself from these pressures. Their works on earth, stay on earth. If having a relationship with God and saying, 'Hey', when you kick off, matters to you, it's simple.
     Luke 10:23-28. And he turned him unto his disciples, and said privately, Blessed are the eyes that see the things that ye see:
    For I tell you, that many prophets and kings have desired to see those things which ye see, and have not seen them; and to hear those things which ye hear, and have not heard them.
    And behold a certain lawyer, stood up, and tempted him, saying, Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?
    He said unto him, What is written in the law? how readest thou?
    And he answering said, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.
    And he said unto him, Thou hast answered right: this do, and that shall live.

    I believe, this is why.
No paradox. Doesn't everyone crave that from a relationship?

Love, Val. x

                                                                                                                                                                

Love, Spit, Pray.

Hello,
My blog has been made because, I cannot as such be pigeon holed and sometimes my thoughts need a bit of a breeze.
I hope you enjoy reading my posts.
This is my first post so here goes...
    
    Yesterday, I wanted to hide.
I also wish to add I have little or no patience for self pity. Oh I wouldn't begrudge anyone a few hours of wallowing, as long as they left room for accepting 'The right thing to do.' BE A MAN!
But actually, life can be slightly more complicated than that.
I wanted to hide, because it wasn't just me that became painfully aware of our financial situation.
   My long suffering husband and I spent the whole day leading up to the realisation that we will be living on our wits and beans with toast until pay day.
The children are on half term, it's Easter Hols and our financial safety net has an obscene hole in it.
But I'm also aware that people all over are experiencing this in some degree or other.
   You can spit in any direction in this village and find someone I wouldn't swap places with.
Particularly as someones just spat on them.
Our car is rough, but at least I can get to the garage if I need to.
Our flat is small, but we have our own beds.
Our garden is designed by God.
If he feels we need nettles and brambles, then whom am I to question ? It over looks a vast farmer's field and the tree lined river beyond.
Wouldn't be a farmer either. Too much spit.
   I guess what I'm trying to say, there Is a trick to getting through all this.
This particular one works for me.
Openly appreciate those you love.
Keep positive, that helps if your canoe has tipped over. (metaphor)
I have a faith that releases me from commercial confines.
Easter for me is knowing that with the blood sacrifice of our Lord, means all doubts of his love are completely unfounded. No doubts.
No paradox.
No relying on my own understanding. Which to be honest has in the past, has put me right off.
Christianity is not something to be taken lightly. In order for me to function as a Christian, it means patience for the people that also can spit in any direction for them to come across someone they wouldn't want to trade places with.
Don't worry, I'm not patronising you or anyone else, just wiping the spit off and thanking God I have a hankey.
Love, Val.