Time for a change #blog #blogging

My thoughts were: What? How come? How is that a solution? Really? Is that what this is all about? A whole maze of confusing words, images flashed before me. It took me a while to respond as I think I had my mouth open… After I recollected my thoughts, I asked for some time to think through the request, a valid one, since I had to drive back to pick the 3 beauties on my usual school run.

Another sleepless night. Not sure what conversations I had with God that night as I was still shocked at the turn of events. You can imagine what it was like to feel the rug was being pulled out from under your feet or your world has just dropped.

I remember at some point coining the phrase, “stop the world, I want to get off”

His thinking, my thinking… #blog #blogging

It’s been a truly humbling week. One that deserves me taking back the complaining comments I have made in the past.

God is faithful and does not make sense too. But He’s God. 😁

I love the way He’s always reaching out to us. Take for example the lyrics of the song “Reckless Love”

Imagine how much I battled with posting the words, “Jesus is coming soon.” It is a statement not a topic for debate. He just is. You see when we start to reflect on life and truly realise it’s all about and for Him, God, we begin to grasp a little bit about His Love.

Is she the right one? #blog #blogging

So I was attending a wedding 🎩 👰 where the bride and groom were about to exchange their vows. The minister asked for the one giving her away and her father came forward claiming it was him. The minister asked if he was happy with the proceedings so far because another previous ceremony had left the father of the bride then, quite upset. This father said he was.

Next the minister asked the groom to lift up the veil to check if he had the right woman at the altar. The congregation burst into rapturous laughter as he reminded us this was not the first time a bride 👰 had been switched for the groom.

Living with mum, can be fun but… #blog

Her wisdom surpasses mine in so many ways. She’s seen it all, “almost,” so when she says to go to Costco and buy in bulk to save it deserves more than a cursory nod of the head in agreement. I take her point. She’s so right about these things.

Another suddenly #blog #blogging

Regretting the fact that I had neglected to follow the instruction to send ahead to the participants, some documents to read, I slightly asked Daddy to intervene. Hence the need to access the email on my phone so I could ask someone in our destination’s support team to print some copies for the meeting. One of our team brought a copy and Coulter too. Thank Daddy for his sense of humour.

During this meeting, I heard myself begin to say things I had no prior planning to utter, but seemed to meet the need at the time. Many questions and demonstrations later we were out.

The big 40! #blog #blogging

I asked the First Lady for permission to get people on the train to sing her a song. She was politely arguing her refusal when I suddenly jolt-started her by getting up and making a plea. Somewhat unusual for dressed ladies with lipstick as this was a usual thing with people who had either musical instruments or tins to collect money.

Does God laugh? #blog

Have you wondered like me if God has a sense of humour? Well He made you and me right? In His image? Likeness and we have His nature – in Jesus. So yes possibly, He does.
Imagine how much pleasure we get from a good joke or laugh and it’s scientific benefits. We release endorphins from laughing and they make us feel good.

The unexpected #blog

That was not all. I became part of the entourage to sit with this dignified individual. Cool stuff. But my M friend was waiting for me. So I had to phone to tell her I had upgraded Travel for which she complained that I would no longer be sitting with her. Oh dear. So I agreed with her that I would sit beside her. Only I had not realised how difficult it would be to keep that promise

Looking for a p! #blog

Looking for a p! #blog

When a woman’s role is misplaced, a man’s is displaced and replaced!

Why in the world is a woman looking for a penis? (The latter will be referred to as ‘the p’)

A very strange request. I think but maybe not so strange in a world of increasingly domineering women and feminist enthusiasts.

I am not sure I even know what that word means.

What is wrong with men and women accepting that we are physically, emotionally and somewhat intellectually uniquely designed, each one? (I accept there are physical ‘hermaphrodites’ – inter sex individuals)

Has the women empowerment movement gone mad?

Do we need men empowerment now too? We all need to be empowered. Yes. We need to recognise that we have power. Choice. Purpose. Passion. And can do ‘great things’ to change the world but power in the wrong hands leads to chaos.

So back to my question. Why does a woman need the p? Because Maybe she has accepted that the role a p carrier is no longer useful, beneficial, value adding or essential. When God said ‘it’s not good for a man to be alone, I will make him a helper meet for him’ I think He had a plan. Why do we constantly fight against that plan so natural, so evident, so real?

A quick shopping glance for the p’s Online (for a relative) revealed a whole range of sizes, shapes, texture, calibre, accessories and more. I was given some measurements to follow at 2 and a half by 6 inches whatever that means. Now imagine my confusion when medical knowledge and experience displays a wide opening for a baby to be born. (You know what I mean by opening, right – vagina =v).

Finding the right size

Ma’am my friend asks, “do we have measurements for the v?”

A crucial question when you understand the background of the request. Anyway I was charged with finding a p for a relative because a previous purchase proved too large and caused bruising.

Why?

It didn’t fit. It was too big so we had to find the right fitting p.

And my response was, why not do it the natural way and find a man? The response men were going to take control and take advantage of her.

What does that even mean?

A friend’s response to that was, “why does she not sign a contract with a man for just that?” And the reply, the last time that offer was on the plate, the man said “I will sign but you will also buy me a house for my wife and Kids!”

Are things this bad?

What has material wealth or possessions got to do with sex? Apparently almost everything in today’s world. Forgive me for being so naive as First Lady always says to me.

I brought the problem to a team of women friends. Laughter and disbelief and Maybe scorn greeted my utterance.

We still had a job to do.
So we had to find the right p with exact fitting and measurements. Aside from laughter, we decided that it was probably best to browse online, rather than visit a sex shop.

How would I explain to anyone who mattered what I was doing with those gadgets if I run into someone who knew me? I was reluctant to pursue that angle so one of my friends had to go it alone.

Armed with her hubby who was so embarrassed he stopped halfway down the track to the shop, and with children going off for ice cream she marched into the shop with a certain air of ‘I don’t care what people think’ in her walk.

“ I’m looking for a p!” she informed the sales lady who confused, asked “a p?” and looks to her manager for support in a quizzical way. “Do you mean a …”. Sorry can’t remember what it’s called. So my friend says “yes.”

Now there was laughter and more of the disbelieving type when she proceeds to explain , “no it’s not for me, it’s for a friend’s…” She was interrupted by a laughing bunch of sales people as other shoppers joined in to come to the rescue to explain what she was looking for and how to use it.

It’s who you know! #blog

Women have a role

To play here and away

And given the opportunity

People can easily see

That policies hostile, it’s unreal

Can get a second review

Cos where it’s so hard to see

That people are suffering

A change of hands

May be just the thing

To expose reality.

Making hay in the rain

It’s was just another morning! You appreciate by now that I refer to God as my daddy and He’s my best friend. Without getting into too much debate about his gender in a world where this issue evokes a variety of emotions for both sides, let me tell you more about Him. Well, I refer…

Phew!

Phew! A few crazy days with late nights at the office meant I was getting a little tired and needed a good night’s rest. I simply said ‘Lord you need to wake me up in time for the Schools session tomorrow” You see I have come to depend on Him for everything including being my…