Life's Fragility

Today I got a massive reality check: life is fragile.

Why do we spend so much time chasing things that don't last, yet ignoring those that do? Why do we feel the need to fill our lives with 'entertainment' yet pooh-pooh the creation that God gave us? Why do we listen yet not hear?

Life is too fragile, it can snatched away at any moment. My challenge from today is, if this was my last hour am I ready?

Please wait, you are being redirected

As I was signing in to this blog a little window popped up telling me that it was redirecting me from the sign in site to my blog site. Redirecting? Hm.. this got me thinking about what has been happening in my life over the last few weeks (make that years).

For the last 2 years or so I have felt very much in limbo, feeling lost and confused about my place in the world. It has been a very hard, uphill battle to reach this place now where I am feeling somewhat secure and at peace. So what has happened to get me to this place? Well nothing of real significance except that I have begun the process of letting go of what and who I thought I was so that new possibilites and experiences are opened up to me.

The need for me to let go was really brought to my attention a few months ago but in typical Suzannah style, I ignored what God was showing me and tried desperately find the solution to my angst on my terms. How foolish I was. But through a number of external situations, and an almost countless number of internal confrontations, I have finally seen what God has been telling me all along ... You are mine, I love you and I will provide everything you need. I don't need to prove myself to God, He knew me before I was born. I don't need to prove myself to others because it is only God I need to worhsip. I simply need to lay it all at His feet and put my trust in Him.

So, I have now put the inner turmoil aside and am concentrating on living the life that God intended for me: rich, wonderful, adventurous and breathtaking.

A very pleasant surprise

Today I went to a friend's place for a linen party and afterwards, as we were enjoying sticky date baked cheesecake slice with butterscotch sauce (it was as delicious as it sounds) my friend jumped up and said 'I've got something for you'. I had no idea what she might have for me and so when she handed me this:



I was shocked and very surprised. So thank you Michelle. I will have great fun reading it as well as using it to indulge my family and friends.

Birthday project

This was my project for my nephew's 5th birthday (1st June). It is a book bag. Just the right size for all those precious books that he loves to bring home from the library. There is a funny back story to this comment, to be told another time, suffice to say he is now banned from his school library!!

At my sisters house, each of her kids has a colour assigned to them for towels, cups, plates, etc. Very "Yours, Mine & Ours".` I am of course referring to the original movie with Lucille Ball - now that's a comedy. Anyway, I wonder if you can guess which colour is Coby's?

I would like to thank my mum for her help in getting the bag done, and looking so well finished. I don't think my own efforts would have resulted in such a lovely finished product.

The rut of stuckiness ...

All I can say for now is that I am feeling washed out, braindead and incompetent. I hope things improve soon. Too much to do to be stuck in this rut.

New look

Yay! I finally got around to it ...

New curtains for Presley




New curtains for the study




New curtains for our room

Camping & Rejuvenation

Over the Labor Day weekend we went camping up at Noosa North Shore as part of MCC's annual family fishing and camping weekend. It is a wonderful opportunity to catch up with people outside of church and it just gets better with each passing year. This year there were about 90 of us. I love it because it is right on the beach and has great facilities. With us were our lovely friends Steve and Sara and their scrumptious little man, Graeme. It was so delightful to go to sleep to the sound of the crashing surf and to wake up to the sound of lorikeets and kookaburras. But the most magical sight were the kangaroos grazing in the early morning light.





One of the things I love about camping is that you are not a slave to the clock. You get up when you wake up, you eat when you're hungry, you play when you want, you read, you lounge around, you swim, you chat, and you go to bed just becuase you're tired. I love it. Time is what you make it. I wish every day could be that way, *sigh*. Oh well, back to reality. Clothes to wash and fold, dishes to do, child to feed and a sick husband to look after. Truly, I wouldn't want it any other way.