The week…

It’s been quite a week. J started pre-school and after saying he didn’t want to go and that he hated it, actually absolutely loved it. I was so pleased!

Our kitchen ceiling got plastered –

It’s a relief because we can get on with sorting out downstairs now. And I think, maybe, we can do the rest of the work ourselves.

It’s rained just about every day, with a severe weather warning for rain today. So yesterday I went with our youngest boy to a local trampoline place to test it out with just one of them. They do a toddler time from 11-12. It was really good, so we went back today with J as well. It was really good to go somewhere like that. I think I’ve said before that I’m not a huge fan of traditional toddler groups but that was good. They even have two basketball hoops up at the end, I did have a go too.

Next up is probably swimming, go with the little one before venturing in with both of them. We haven’t been yet so I don’t know what to expect. You have to wear swim hats over here. So I’ll have to get the boys prepared to wear them. I don’t think I’ve actually ever worn one before either. That should be fun, getting all my hair in a swim cap…!

Anyway, just a quick update. No longer feeling all disconnected or woolly, so praise God for that and for people praying for me.

Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working. (James 5:16)


Bye for now.


Scratch card anyone?

So we went up to Northern Ireland again this week, twice actually. And I went to a petrol station, I went in, got a coffee (huge treat for me, I love getting takeaway coffee) and then went to the counter after getting the attendant in a fluster because the vanilla dispenser wasn’t working. I compromised. I had caramel. Anyway!

I stood there on the opposite side of the scratch cards and said oh yes, number 2 as well please, she then got me a number 2 scratch card instead of ringing in pump number 2 while I looked on with bewilderment (I never get scratch cards). So me being English (maybe) And also not wanting to look stupid or embarrass her, decided not to make a fuss. But I couldn’t possibly say pump number 2 now so I just mumbled “25 petrol as well”. “What?” 25 petrol, it’s there (vague pointing to car) and paid and left.

The upside is I found the whole situation hilarious and that I won my scratch card money back. I was also slightly curious whether I’d win millions too… I didn’t, but a fiver back is good enough 😬.

It’s sometimes a language/accent barrier, but I think this time was just a general misunderstanding. I think…

I went out!

I went out (on my own!) today, for only the second time since we came here in December. The first time doesn’t count because it was to Aldi one evening.

It was sooooo good. I also got my hair cut for the first time since we got here. (That was the purpose of the trip out). That is also soooo good. I’d cut the ends off myself a month or so ago, but it was a bit uneven 😂.

I went out on my own. It was awesome. I talked to God without interruption, I listened. I thought, I looked at things. It was gooooood.

I have underestimated the power of this sort of break. It was about 2 1/2 hours and it really was needed.

I talked to an adult on my own. I am actually an individual.. not just a mum and wife. Now, don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love my kids.. But! In 4 years I have never really had any time to myself. Just been with them.. and it wears you out!

Take a break and then go back is now my advice… haha.

Hello!! (Please no comments about ooh it looks lovely (or not))

See you soon!



A friend just made me think. He said his prayer was that people would meet Jesus through him. I thought, that’s great. Then I thought, hang on, that used to be my prayer. What happened to that?

The thing is, it still is when I think about it, I just haven’t been praying it. My greatest longing is for people to know God, to live their lives for Him and with Him. For Him to call them and heal them.

But somehow, somewhere along the way over the past year, I almost disqualified myself from showing Jesus. Somewhere in the pain of separation and bereavement, in the loneliness and stress of a new place, in taking on and believing lies about myself through what others have said, in the way I’ve sometimes reacted to stuff, in thoughts I’ve had… I disqualified this, like people couldn’t meet Him through me.

Well they can and they will. His spirit lives in me, they or you, meet him every time you meet me or anyone who belongs to Jesus. He also works through pain and darkness and brings us into his glorious light.

And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.

Romans 8:28

He is good, He loves you more than you could ever imagine.

Taste and see that the Lord is good, Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him!

Psalm 34:8

Growth is also good!

Birth pains.

Warning – birth story – not graphic but still a birth story. Stop now if you don’t like them.

It’s our littlest one’s birthday soon and it got me thinking about his birth. I don’t often do that but I found it quite nice to look back. Especially as I won’t be doing another one.

There was also a couple of moments of comedy gold in there. The main one being that when the midwives got to me, I was stood frozen (unable to move) in the middle of the living room, sweating cobs (a lot) with my dress up around my waist shouting “help’ to them. And did the almost expected thing of saying I’d changed my mind. The midwife was brilliant, she took hold of me and just said “blow it away, blow that pain away”. I did, and prayed. I was glad they turned up quickly. I nearly left the phone call too late. At that point, Chris wasn’t there, he’d taken J up to his parents house. When he got back I had littlest more or less within ten minutes of him returning.

Earlier on had been beautiful. I was in early labour in the early hours of the morning and I’d been outside in the yard looking up at the stars. I couldn’t go back to bed because every time I laid down next to Chris, some more waters leaked out. I’d also done that thing again of going ‘oh if it’s like this I’ll sail through it’.

Anyway, I had him at home because I had been determined to and that was good but I then had to go in an ambulance to hospital as they said I’d lost a lot of blood (turned out I was ok). I must’ve been high on birth hormones or something because I just thought it was all very exciting. I hadn’t had any drugs so it couldn’t have been that. Mind, I do like a bit of excitement..

And so we had our enigmatic littlest. Who is headstrong but amenable, happy, yet so loud when he is upset. He also loves his food (and J) very much and has totally got the knack now of sinking to the floor like a lead balloon when he doesn’t want picking up or moving. He’s a very funny little boy and we are very thankful for him, as we are for all our children.

Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.

Psalm 127:3-5

It didn’t turn out how I planned. But that’s the thing, it didn’t have to. My role was to trust God. To pray and trust myself to the people God had placed around us. Also, because I was rushed off I didn’t have to clean up for once 😂 bonus…

Hello and welcome

Hello again! Just a little update. We are still waiting for the kitchen ceiling to be plastered. We know the plasterer is coming back because he’s left all his stuff here, including his trailer. So it’s just a matter of waiting until he come back from his holiday. Then he’ll hopefully come fairly quickly. That’s one of the things about Ireland. Things don’t always happen at your pace, they happen at other people’s! But he has done a brilliant job on the other rooms and J really likes him, so we’ll let him off.

The front garden’s still doing well despite the pouring rain and the wind. Between these bouts it’s quite nice, it’s just getting out there between downpours that can be tricky, but being on the field in the wind is gorgeous. Chris is actually on there strimming as I write – it’s too wet to take the tractor on at the mo.

Finally! We’ve ordered a poly tunnel! It’s a stronger one than normal, so it should hopefully last quite a bit longer. We’re waiting for it to arrive and then the site will need levelling and the footings sorted. We know someone who’s going to come and do this with a little digger. So that’s exciting and will give us far more room once it’s up to get plants (veg and flowers) going a lot earlier than we did this year) and also in larger quantities.

So that’s it for now. Happy Sunday! May God bless each and every one of you to know the fullness of His love and His provision.

“Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?”

Matthew 6:26

Don’t dilly dally…

I’ve been dallying about, avoiding writing anything, because I’ve been struggling. I didn’t want to be honest or admit it really. I don’t know if I have depression or anxiety again or whether it’s just because of circumstances and it will just get better. But I’m going to write.

I personally think it’s part of my journey. Something I have to go through to change me. I think when things are hard, they do, or rather God changes us through the circumstance and through coming to Him.

I’ve been feeling disconnected, short tempered, always on the verge of tears, when I get asked a question, I feel foggy and like I don’t know what to say. I’ve been thinking about my dad again too. But I am also almost always tired, so that’s probably got a lot to do with it. I also haven’t been eating that healthily or exercising. So that too will play a part… we will see.. and I will start looking after myself a bit more.

We went into our local Catholic Church (in the village) yesterday, just to have a look, as we hadn’t yet been in. It was beautiful. I love Catholic imagery, it evokes a very strong response inside of me. I also love the candles they have, I lit one and prayed. It was all very peaceful and very lovely. I’m glad we went in. Chris and I also felt God’s presence strongly in there. It didn’t surprise me, I thought we would. Which is different to what I would’ve thought a few years ago. God’s been changing me.

Anyway, don’t worry. I didn’t write this for sympathy or for people to get worried or write encouraging comments or anything else. (although feel free to 😆). I wrote it to get it out of me, so it isn’t festering inside me. So there it is…

This is also a very short period in our lives too, just a little snapshot, things always change and move on. Things will get better…there are also a lot of good things in our lives. I see this more and more, noticing little beautiful things in daily life and in people, particularly family – that’s God.

I’m also looking at how I structure our days and how to get a bit more of a routine going. I think that will help too.

‘the light shines in the darkness….’

Bye for now.


Gardens and things…

I find figuring out what to write a bit of a challenge at the moment. There’s been quite a bit going on so focusing can be a challenge and I didn’t want to do ‘today we did this and today we did that’ blog.

So here is a blog saying yesterday we did this and today we did that. (See where we end up from there).

The garden is really coming to life, all of a sudden. The flowers are growing like mad and most are flowering. The blues of the cornflowers are gorgeous. Unfortunately I can’t get a suitable phone picture to actually display their gorgeousness. The part we’ve cultivated is still only a very small part of the whole place really, small steps are very good though..

I have also realised that 6 years ago just before Chris and I got married, I actually knew very little about flowers, especially not cut flowers. As the lady who did our wedding flowers could definitely confirm, I didn’t have a clue! Thankfully she did and actually performed miracles with our flowers, especially as she also had a family to look after at the same time. So Thankyou! Then it was Chris that got into it, I learnt from watching him and this year I’ve grown them and looked after them.

The bees love this cerinthe that we’ve grown and when you’re out in the garden, you can hear a continual buzzing.

‘The earth is the Lords and the fullness thereof…” (psalm 24:1)

It all belongs to Him and I pray for you to see Him through the natural world and the outdoors. When you stand outdoors, wherever it is. When you take that deep breath ‘and relax’, when I used to stand on a beach or curbar edge in Derbyshire… I felt and you feel like that because it is God made, just like you are, He is present everywhere, and He created the heavens and the earth. So beautiful.

‘The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork’ (psalm 19:1).