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Date: 23 May 2004 16:18:29
Whoever stole Sunday afternoon, would you kindly give it back, please? It's nearly 4pm and we've all just woken up from the half hour nap we decided to have at 1.30! So much for cooking a proper roast dinner for half past four. It looks like tuna pasta bake for Sunday lunch. It wouldn't be so bad, but I'm still not ready to wake up. Oh for my snug and cosy bed!
I blame it on the swimming this morning. Exercise always makes me tired. OK, so it wasn't me who was doing the swimming, but all the same.... I mean, it's hard work silently willing Smudgelet to do frog legs instead of front crawl.
Church was wonderful this morning. How funny that the Church of Fools was mentioned in the sermon and half the congregation looked my way. And fancy being asked to do a reading about trust just at this stage in my life where I'm really finding myself being more able to trust God with my life than ever. The hymns went with plently of go and we raised the roof, which was rather pleasant seeing as I was playing the organ. I think it's the first time ever when the preacher has picked all hymns that I can play, and not only play but do so confidently enough to sing along too. It was particularly nice that Tiddles decided that he wanted to stay in church in order to take communion, and that he did that at the expense of going into Sunday School which he enjoys.
He's growing up. A real analogy for life with God came after church when I took him to the local supermarket to meet the manager and discuss being allowed back into the shop after shoplifting a year ago. I had paved the way, of course, by talking to the manager last week and arranging that they would lift the ban, but I insisted that Tiddles should go and introduce himself as a reminder to him of what was being done. Naturally he was very nervous, although he covered it well. He held my hand all the way there. But he responded well to the manager and by the time we came out the two of them were friends! The weight that immediately lifted from his shoulders was a delight to see and he all-but skipped home. Is my response to my forgiveness from God as tangible?
So now they're out riding their scooters - Smudgelet because he's so pleased with his birthday present, Tiddles because he thought it would be fun to fasten his bike lock round his bike wheel after having lost the key for so long... and has now lost the key again. Meanwhile I really must get this place a little more presentable before Dad comes to babysit tonight. We are celebrating Tiddles' growing up by going to a "grown up" concert that's on quite late. I hope I don't regret this..... be positive, Smudgie - we won't regret this.