It was many years ago now that I came to the end of myself. I’d been pushing through and making do and trying to be saviour of a situation in my life and finally, one day, I came to the end of myself.
I breathed out to God, “I just can’t do this anymore.” and God breathed back to me, “Finally, now this is something I can work with.”
This was the day that hope began for me. I stopped carrying the whole load, I confessed my frailty, and God stepped in.
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I’ve always hated cleaning bathrooms and kitchens. The cleaners that we traditionally use have such strong chemicals that my body usually itches like nuts after using them.
I was therefore thrilled to learn about a product called Norwex that produces cleaning cloths with antibacterial agent actually embedded inside the tiny microfibre.
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I’m at a bit of a conundrum. My youngest daughter has viral meningitis this week,and so we are camped in the living room with plenty of liquids and movies and quiet.
I love sick weeks.
There is something about them that has always warmed my heart. Even as a child I loved nothing more than being sick, snuggled in my bed, hunkered down for a time. Sickness to me signals comfort and cozy.
As an adult, it is a choice opportunity to turn off every dial, put aside the normal hustle and bustle of life, and just rest, and be quiet. Even last year when I was deathly ill with Malaria, even then I simply felt comfort and quiet deep in my soul.
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