Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Home, home on the range

After a lovely weekend spent in Guildford with Miss Hare, and having braved the journey home on my motorbike, I'm now back in my cosy old room for the next 3 weeks. It's true to say this will not be a holiday in the 'put your feet up' sense of the word, but I'm looking forward to some hard work during the day, scrabble and fun antics in the evenings with my mum, dad and sister Emma, and the staying of a certain someone over new years eve.

Hurrah for time spent with special people :)



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Sunday, December 09, 2007

Who lives there?

I heard this cracking quote of Martin Luther's in church today:

"If anyone knocks at the door of my heart and says 'Who lives there?' my answer is 'Jesus Christ lives here, not Martin Luther' "

I found myself wondering: would I state straight away that it is Jesus that is Lord of my heart - hes the one that lives there; or would I instead reply that 'it's me, Tim, the same guy that's always lived here! Who were you expecting?'

I find it's good to ask, 'Is Jesus in my thoughts, is his sacrifice written on my heart, do I bear his scars with pride or resentment?

Do I hold him up proudly, and call him Lord?

Does he live there, and will I let him rule in my heart?



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Saturday, December 01, 2007

Ceilidh goodness, and a landmark evening

Ok, first, a Ceilidh is not a barn-dance!  I don't know how many people I've had to tell that to, but now that that's out the way I'll move on :)

The title refers to my mum and dad's 25th wedding anniversary!  Last weekend seems longer than a week ago already, (though I'll put that down to PGCE!) but it was such a wonderful and special time.  65 friends and family from 20+ years ago managed to make it.  A splendid buffet was put on by my mum, with Cat and I serving the drinks.  Oooh yes, that's a point, Cat had the rather scary first meeting of my parents, family and friends in one foul swoop on Saturday.  She did fantastically though, and raised smiles all over :)

The ceilidh itself was amazingly fun, and energetic as per standard, so my dad and I had marvelous fun wheeling around in our kilts while the tired people at the sides laughed their sides off at our antics on the dance floor ;)

Concluding the evening was a very special time of my parents both giving dedications and thanks to each other for the past 25 years, while we watched on from the sides.

Definitely a weekend that none of us will forget.

Now I need to repay the favour for Cat by hopefully meeting her parents after the new year.  Excited, and a tad nervous would sum me up nicely!

Some pics from the evening:

Cat and I manning the bar

Ceilidh dancing, the 'basket', where the ladies are lifted off the ground.  I found this rather hard to support as most of the other men were a tad taller than me ;)

Enough of my prattlings, I must be back to my penultimate assignment which needs some more work done to it.  EAL in Maths, and I'm actually finding it rather interesting :)

TTFN, until soon,



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