Sunday, 4 April 2010

It's been so long....







Since I've written, hope everyone has been having a wonderful Easter. When I sit back and truly think of it my eyes fill with tears because I can't imagine how someone as perfect as Jesus gave up his life and suffered immensely for someone like me. I also love to contemplate the Apostles joy to see their saviour risen again. How lucky I am to know our Lord


I have had so much to write on lately however the reason I haven't written has been that my Mum became very ill and for a while I honestly thought she was going to die. My life was suddenly filled with long days at the hospital and taking care of her house as well as my own since I am her only child who is at home during the day.


Also I then developed a very bad kidney infection which would just not heal, I am still spending most of the day resting and trying not to stress myself at all so I can recover hence the short post. However don't feel sorry for me!! this has been an amazing time for me where I have begun to sense Jesus presence in my life in a way that I haven't before. Hope to write more soon!


God is good all the time

All the time God is good

Saturday, 6 March 2010

Beautiful girlhood






A beautiful excerpt from 'Beautiful Girlhood', my new absolute must have book for any mother who is raising a young daughter.


Making Herself Beautiful


“Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.”* (Proverbs 31:30)


Sometimes, much to my amusement, I read in the magazines those comical letters that girls write to the beauty specialists. If these letters could all be put together into one it would read something like this: “How am I to make myself pretty so that I shall be admired for my good looks? I want to be rid of all my blemishes, my freckles and pug nose and pimples and stringy hair. I would have my hands and arms very shapely, and I would be neither too stout nor too thin. Tell me, Miss Specialist, how to make myself beautiful.” The wise man of old has answered this question in words that are most appropriate: “Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.” Every girl is a lover of beauty. Beautiful homes, beautiful furnishings, beautiful flowers, beautiful fruits, beautiful faces—anything wherein beauty is found, there will be found girls to admire it. From the time her little hands can reach up and her baby lips can lisp the words, she is admiring “pretty things.” And when a little of that beauty is her own her pleasure is unbounded. Every girl longs to be beautiful. There is in woman a nature, as deep as humanity, that compels her to strive for good looks. There is no more forlorn sorrow for a young girl than for her to be convinced that she is hopelessly ugly and undesirable. Oh, the bitter tears that have been shed over freckles or a rough and pimply skin, and the energy that has been expended in painting and powdering and waving and curling herself into beauty!


A desire to be beautiful is not unwomanly. A woman who is not beautiful cannot properly fill her place. But, mark you, true beauty is not of the face, but of the soul. There is a beauty so deep and lasting that it will shine out of the homeliest face and make it comely. This is the beauty to be first sought and admired. It is a quality of the mind and heart and is manifested in word and deed. A happy heart, a smiling face, loving words and deeds, and a desire to be of service, will make any girl beautiful.


A desire to be comely and good to look at is not to be utterly condemned. Beauty of face and form are not given to everyone; but when they are present they may be a blessing, if they are used rightly. But a girl need not feel that her life is blighted if she lack these things. The proper care of her person and dress will make an otherwise homely girl good-looking. What is more disgusting than a slovenly, untidy woman! Her hair disheveled, her face and neck in need of soap and water, her dress in need of repair, her shoes run down, she presents a picture that indeed repels. Though she might have a kind heart and many other desirable qualities, yet her unkept appearance hides them from view. But she who always keeps herself tastefully and tidily dressed and her person clean and neat is attractive and pleasing. Her personal care only increases the charm of her personality. It is to be regretted if any girl lacks a feeling of concern and shame should she be caught in careless and untidy dress. She should take pleasure in keeping herself presentable and attractive, not only when she goes out or receives guests, but for the pleasure of the home folks as well. But when a girl paints and powders till she looks like an advertisement for cosmetics, she shows a foolish heart, which is not beautiful.


In the cloakroom of a certain school a question arose among some girls as to who had the most beautiful hands. The teacher listened to her girls thoughtfully. They compared hands and explained secrets of keeping them pretty. Nettie said that a girl could not keep perfect hands and wash dishes or sweep. Maude spoke of the evil effects of cold and wind and too much sunshine. Stella told of her favorite cold cream. Ethel spoke of proper manicuring. At last the teacher spoke.


“To my mind Jennie Higgins has the most beautiful hands of any girl in school,” she said quietly.
“Jennie Higgins!” exclaimed Nettie in amazement; “why, her hands are rough and red and look as if she took no care of them. I never thought of them as beautiful.”


“I have seen those hands carrying dainty food to the sick, and soothing the brow of the aged. She is her widowed mother’s main help, and she it is who does the milking and carries the wood and water, yes, and washes dishes night and morning, that her mother may be saved the hard work. I have never known her to be too tired to speak kindly to her little sister and help her in her play. I have found those busy hands helping her brother with his kite. I tell you I think they are the most beautiful hands I have ever seen, for they are always busy helping somewhere.”


This is the beauty for which every girl should strive—the beauty that comes from unselfishness and usefulness. Beauty of face and form is secondary in importance, though not to be despised. If used properly, personal beauty is a good gift; but if it turns a girl’s head it becomes a curse to her.

Think of such women as are much spoken of through the public press, or who have achieved noble deeds, as Frances Willard, Florence Nightingale, or Edith Cavel, and consider whether you ever heard if they were pretty or not. No one ever thinks of such trifles when speaking of those who are great of soul. The girl who depends on her pretty face or form for attraction is to be pitied. Those articles in magazines that so exalt the idea of personal beauty are pandering to the lower part of nature. One may be perfectly beautiful so far as that kind of beauty goes, and lack to as great an extent that true beauty which is like a royal diadem upon the head. Those who give much time to increasing their personal charms are living on a lower level than is altogether becoming to womanhood. A beautiful soul shining out of a homely face is far more attractive than a beautiful face out of which looks a soul full of selfishness and coldness.


My little friend, be not careless of the good looks that nature has given to you, take care in dressing yourself and attending to personal neatness, that you may ever appear at your best; untidiness and carelessness hide the beauty of kind deeds—but greatness of soul and nobility of heart hide homeliness of face. You cannot see the one for the other. Seek goodness and purity first, then strive to keep the body in harmony with the beauty of the heart. Take time to make yourself presentable, but do not use the time before your glass that should be given to loving service. Let your chief charm be of heart and spirit, not of face and form. Seek the true beauty which lasts even into old age.

Solomon, in one of his wise sayings, expressed plainly the evil that comes to a woman who is beautiful of face but lacks the true beauty of soul. “As a jewel of gold in a swine’s snout, so is a fair woman which is without discretion.”* (Proverbs 11:22) As the swine would plunge the golden jewel into the filth and the mire as he dug in the dirt, so will a pretty woman who is not good drag her beauty down to the very lowest. There are many peculiar temptations to those who are only fair of face. Without true beauty of soul a pretty face is a dangerous gift.

Friday, 26 February 2010

Being real





I've had so many things to write about these past weeks- the vintage aprons we found, the day we made Strawberry jam, the precious moments with my daughter- namely all the moments that make up my life. But I stayed away because if I wasn't going to write the truth then I didn't want to write at all.


The truth is I have spent the last year trying to give myself a physical and emotional make over. Even though I never admitted it deep down I always wondered If I was thinner would he have left me? If only I was kinder, quieter and less opinionated.


I got so many compliments on the way I looked now that I had lost weight and set me up even more with the opinion that yes the reason he left was because of how I looked. At the end of the year I was one protein shake away from an eating disorder and then came Christmas and the return of my Husband into our lives. And so I began to turn back to food, I didn't turn to the Lord I instead to large amounts of junk to fill the huge gaping hole. Now because I am a girl who can literally put on five kilos by even looking at a a pizza this did not bode well for me.


So the last few weeks have been spent on not starving myself or living at the gym but more on eating lots of fruit and veges but more on going on walks with Aviva or getting out on our mountain bikes, I know I have a long way to go but I feel like I'm on the way there now and not hiding in the shadows (with a king size block of chocolate)


One of my favourite singers is JJ Heller and it has been very good for me to just hang out in my room and sing along to her beautiful songs. In particular I have found the lyrics to Love me so uplifting.



He cries in the corner where nobody sees

He’s the kid with the story no one would believe

He prays every night,

“Dear God won’t you please Could you send someone here who will love me?”


Who will love me for me

Not for what I have done or what I will become

Who will love me for me ‘Cause nobody has shown me what love

What love really means'


Her office is shrinking a little each day

She’s the woman whose husband has run away

She’ll go to the gym after working today

Maybe if she was thinner Then he would’ve stayed


And she says…Who will love me for me?

Not for what I have done or what I will become

Who will love me for me?

‘Cause nobody has shown me what love, what love really means


He’s waiting to die as he sits all alone

He’s a man in a cell who regrets what he’s done

He utters a cry from the depths of his soul

“Oh Lord, forgive me, I want to go home”

Then he heard a voice somewhere deep inside

And it said “I know you’ve murdered and I know you’ve lied

I have watched you suffer all of your life

And now that you’ll listen, I’ll tell you that I...”I will love you for you

Not for what you have done or what you will become

I will love you for youI will give you the love

The love that you never knew

Monday, 11 January 2010

Long hair


My hair is not really that long compared to others I suppose. It certainly is the longest in our church congregation of two hundred. It's layered but at the back it is only a few inches up from my waist band, long hair is definitely in the minority these days.I'm looking forward to the day when I can sit on it!!


One of my resolutions this year is to start wearing my hair in much prettier and feminine styles, I usually just wear it down or in a plain bun but today I found the greatest blog for beautiful and Victorian type hairstyles.




Now I have no excuse for not looking like a princess :)




Saturday, 9 January 2010

A perfect day for a pie


I love apple pie although I don't really get the chance to eat it often, I guess that fruit pies just aren't that popular in New-Zealand. But this morning when I was at the farmers market they had the most gorgeous Granny Smith apples and as we were having friends and family around for a BBQ, I decided to make an apple pie for dessert, I've only made it once before in my life so I thought I did quite well.



I however did change the recipe I found around quite alot, I also decided at the last minute to throw in some blackberries, there was alot of juice left over from the apple/berry mix so I'm going to use in it the Strawberry Jam that I plan on making on Monday



I love baking, it truly is one of my greatest joys in life.

Friday, 8 January 2010

Plum picking







































Yesterday Aviva and I headed out on a trip about an hours drive from the place we have been staying to go fruit picking. Unfortunately the strawberry patch was closed but the plum trees were just bursting with fruit, so we had a great day picking buckets of plums and this afternoon I plan on making plum jam and was going to make some plum cordial but could not find a recipe that did not include alcohol so instead I am going to try my hand at making ginger beer-I'm a little nervous because I've heard many stories of the bottles blowing up in the fermenting process, but nothing lost, nothing gained I suppose!

Sunday, 3 January 2010

Because every girl needs to shine

While out shopping yesterday Aviva and I came upon these shoes at a very good price so I brought them for her and she has been so happy ever since, people keep telling her she looks just like Dorothy :) Aviva has never been a 'girly' girl but today as I watched her running down the hill her shawl wrapped around her shoulders, her hair streaming behind her, her sparkly shoes reflecting the sunlight and her laughter echoing behind her I am reminded that my little girl is quickly growing up and becoming a young lady.

Blink and you miss it right?

I am reminded that every moment with our children is so incredibly precious. Every moment should aways count.

But that's not the end of my shoe story...


I brought some to match!!




Which just goes to show that inside every grown woman is a little girl who loves to still play dress ups.
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