tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-523092021196947342024-03-13T14:17:20.189+00:00Craig Mackay's BlogCraig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.comBlogger257125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-70489687997474548772016-02-12T17:45:00.000+00:002016-02-12T17:45:00.862+00:00Feb 10th and 12th...February 10th and 12th come around with unceasing regularity (once a year, oddly enough!)....we've had a few tears this week. It's now 6 years for me and 16 years for Ellie since our "Great Sadness".<br />
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I have recently read a really good book about a man who's mum, wife and young daughter all died in a car crash back in the early 90s called "<em>A Grace Disguised</em>". His insights into the grief journey are incredible as one who has been there and done it (doing it)....it is a bit of a heart rending read at points but really helps as you realise that the emotional trauma you've experienced - and continue to experience - even after years - is actually really very normal ! <br />
The book captured me in the opening page with the statement :-<br />
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<em>"This book is not intended to help anyone get over or even through the experience of catastrophic loss, for I believe that "recovery" from such loss is an unrealistic and even harmful expectation, if by recovery we mean resuming the way we lived and felt prior to the loss...."</em><br />
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So I feel quite relieved that I have permission to <u>not</u> be 'normal' ever again and it's ok! <br />
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As to news...I lost my job at the end of November and am still out of work. Ellie and I have had a lot of quality time together since then just doing simple things like walking the dogs, sharing the housework, and most importantly, just having time to stop and think and review and pray (and drink coffee!). Ellie has recently done a few days of supply teaching - which she really didn't enjoy at all, to be honest. I now have two options in terms of work - which we are thinking and praying about - hopefully we will have a final plan of action in the next week. <br />
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That's it for now....<br />
Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-56596234918852535812015-11-01T21:20:00.000+00:002015-11-01T21:20:45.511+00:00A tribute (part 2)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's been a long time since I have blogged...I don't really know why. I have been meaning to write some summer memoirs but haven't quite got around to it.....anyway, I felt this one was particularly important. (For Part 1, see blog posting from January 2014)<br />
Here is my eulogy to my father-in-law that I spoke at his funeral on Thursday.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My first real memory of Norman was when I asked him for the
hand of his beloved daughter, Karena, in marriage – I managed to get him alone
in the front room of their house in Badger Drive in December 1992 while Karena
“apprehended” her mother in the kitchen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Karena and I had only been dating for about 3 months so it was all a bit
fast….Norman’s response to my question was ‘unusual’…..he looked me in the
eyes, looked blank, said nothing, then got up and walked out of the room… ….I
nervously followed….he went to the kitchen and told his wife, Grace, what I had
asked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They quizzed us a bit (it was a
bit fast!!!), and then they opened up some champagne !<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Before the wedding day actually came, I got a brief
talking-to/warning from Norman – he took me quietly to one side one day and
basically said to me, “You’d better not mess this up, Sunshine!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Norman was fiercely protective of his family
– his daughters and his grandchildren in particular, and also his wider
family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For his daughters, he had always
delighted in them both and would do literally anything within his power that he
could do for them, he would give them anything he had that they needed, and
Grace had to reign him in a bit with his extravagance sometimes – he loved them
so very much and showed it in many different ways.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I can honestly say that from the moment that I asked him to
marry his daughter, that Norman welcomed me into his family as a son….and in
his thinking I became part of the family and was under his ‘care’ in the same
way as his daughters were.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whilst I
never called him “Dad” to his face, that is what he became to me….somebody who
I could always go to, somebody who I knew would watch my back, someone who I
knew cared for me and for my family, and somebody who would literally give away
anything and everything in order to help me or my children out if I really
needed him to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He consistently
supported us as a family and I know that he prayed for us all daily.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When my beautiful wife Karena died in 2010, Norman’s heart,
like mine, was utterly crushed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was
never really the same again….but in spite of the very real pain that he
experienced then and with the passing of his own beloved wife last year,
Norman, whilst quiet and broken-hearted,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>remained strong in faith, and through tears I know he was confident<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in the gospel of Jesus - that one day he
would see his wife and daughter again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">On Sept 30th Ellie and I visited Norman in hospital after
his fall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Initially, whilst clearly
unwell from his fall, he was able to speak and before leaving his bedside, I
asked if he would like me to pray for him – his reply was, “Yes please”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were his last words.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I prayed for him that the “peace of God which surpasses all
understanding would guard his heart and his mind in Christ”, I prayed for God’s
presence to be very real for him there in the hospital bed, I prayed that he
would have confidence that God was with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I didn’t actually leave the hospital…from that moment on,
medically Norman’s condition deteriorated, and within a couple of hours he had
died and been welcomed into his eternal home – into the place of great
reunions, into the presence of God, into the presence of Christ, and he had
been reunited with his wife and with his daughter – into the place where there
is no sadness and no tears.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is our
confidence as a family.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4f81bd; mso-themecolor: accent1;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">2 Tim
4:8<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Now there is in store for me the
crown of righteousness which the Lord, the righteous judge, will award me on
that day – and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his
appearing”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So whilst today I have a heavy heart for the loss of
somebody so dearly loved, I also have joy and confidence and hope too, because
Norman was a believer in Christ, and he is now in his eternal home, and for
those of us who are in Christ, we too will see him again one day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Norman – Dad – we will miss you.</span>Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-55901757274109791942015-05-27T22:34:00.000+01:002015-05-27T22:34:51.148+01:00Easter memories
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There have been many memories from the Easter season....t</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">wo of my children got baptised....it was a fabulous day. In their words...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My name’s Lucy, I’m 16 years old and I’ve been in Reading
Family Church for nearly 4 years now. I’ve been a Christian for as long as I
can remember so I can’t give a specific time and date for that first moment of
understanding-it happened slowly over many years. Both my parents were Christians,
in fact around the time I was born my Dad started training to become a vicar however
he died suddenly when I was still very young. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While he met Jesus face to face, my Mum
brought up me and my brother. We lived in New Malden mostly, and as a child I
first discovered Christianity though bible stories I heard through Mum and at
church. I started at secondary school there, which I hated, and moved to
Reading in 2011 which was also difficult but through these things I came to
know and rely on Jesus more personally. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
also gained a stepdad, Craig, 3 more siblings, Esther, Ben and Olivia and moved
to a new school which I enjoy much more. My Christian life also grew. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I joined Reading Family Church, where I’ve had
a great time helping with the 3-to- 5 year olds in “Stars”, attending the youth
group and meeting and learning about God at the Christian Youth camp, Newday,
in 2012 and 2014. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I’ve decided to
get baptised today because I believe that Jesus died and rose again and through
this washed away my sins. In the Bible it commands Christians to be baptised. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want to be obedient to this and follow God’s
will in my life rather than my own.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hello, I’m Ben.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
grew up in a Christian family and I have been going along to church for as long
as I can remember. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am so grateful to
my parents for introducing me to Christ early and now I have great Christian
friends and role models in my life. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
would say I became a Christian when I was around 6 years old despite having
very limited knowledge about who Jesus was and what he has done for me. Since
then I have grown in my relationship with God but for me being a Christian
hasn’t meant an easy life. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 2008 when
I was 10 years old, my mum was diagnosed with cancer. At the end of a horrible
journey together, I remember sitting down in the Duchess of Kent House Hospice
with mum, dad Sean and Liz and was told my mum was going to die. On the 12<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup>
of February 2010 she died but my faith in Jesus Christ makes me confident I
will see her again when Jesus calls me home. My dad’s continuous trust in God’s
plan for our lives rubbed off on me and my faith didn’t waver despite the
incredibly hard journey I had to walk. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Looking
back now I can see how right he was. Dad met Ellie and now I have a great
step-mum along with another brother and sister bringing our family to a grand
total of 7 people. So today I’m getting baptized because I believe I’m forgiven
and as an act of obedience as I choose to pursue Jesus for the rest of my life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Trying to cater for 50 people after the baptism with no kitchen and no cooker was a challenge....yes, the building work <em>still</em> keeps going on...but is now nearing completion (at last). There has been a skip on our driveway since last July....we are looking forward to seeing the back of it in the next few weeks! Recently I overheard Ellie reply to one of the children that the herbs were "in the kitchen behind the scaffolding poles".....the saga continues... </span></div>
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Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-48043296563226304222015-02-07T18:36:00.003+00:002015-02-07T18:36:47.410+00:00Other worlds to sing in...February...our least favourite month of the year....we are in the lead-up to our sad anniversaries and, as is normally the case, the time leading up to the anniversary, is normally worse than the anniversary day itself. We've both been a bit "on the edge" this week....<br />
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On 10th February, it will be 15 years since Ben died<br />
On 12th February, it will be 5 years since Karena died.<br />
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Neither of us can believe the amount of time that has passed - it seems like yesterday, and yet at the same time, it seems like a lifetime away since those horrors.<br />
So many memories.<br />
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I'm reading a book by Rob Parsons at the moment called "The Wisdom House" and it's just brilliant....chapters are short and very easy to read with great nuggets of wisdom within the pages. I read a chapter this week called "Other worlds to sing in" which made me cry (I just read it to Ellie and it made her cry too!) Here's a quote from it about the calendar of our life :-<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">"The one I use is made up of boxes, and each has a date written above it. Every day I am pulled from one box into another...at one second past midnight, I am pulled through a door into the next box - and for the next 24 hours my life will be played out within its walls. If I am foolish, or simply too preoccupied to reflect, I can believe that there is an endless supply of boxes waiting for me. But there is not. And for that reason I must try to live my life in the <i>present</i> box, grasping the preciousness of this moment. And this is vital, for although we may find it hard to grasp our own mortality...there is a last box. And this one has no doors that can lead me into the next day. The biggest question in the universe is this : does that last box have no doors because it is just a coffin and death is the end ? Or does it have no doors because death is a beginning and that particular box, unlike all the others....<i>has no walls ?"</i></span><br />
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CS Lewis says it like this :-<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">"But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and title page:now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read : which goes on forever : in which every chapter is better than the one before" (The Last Battle)</span><br />
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I remember reading this to my daughter just after her mum died. Great stuff in the midst of the pain of the journey!<br />
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Here's a photo of the house extension....things are progressing well but slowly !<br />
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<br />Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-45865940543328958522014-12-15T20:45:00.000+00:002014-12-15T20:45:06.327+00:00Santa Christmas Carols...<br />
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Yesterday was a fun day....I had applied to do the inaugural Reading Santa Run a few months ago, primarily because it was a fund raiser for <a href="http://www.sueryder.org/how-we-help/Hospices/Duchess-of-Kent-Hospice" target="_blank">Duchess of Kent House</a> (where Karena died) and also for the <a href="http://www.alexanderdevine.org/" target="_blank">Alexander Devine Children's Hospice</a> - both charities feel close to my heart. <br />
Having got out of bed rather reluctantly in order to get there in time to register, I decided to run it full-pelt (is there any other way?) with the more serious Santas - there were 1000 of us in total. I don't know my overall race position (top 30 or so I think) but I came across the line in a good time.<br />
Even the real Father Christmas turned up which was nice - you can see him if you look really carefully in the photo.<br />
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Then in the afternoon, Ellie and I along with 2 of our daughters were singing in the choir at the annual Reading Family Church carol service at the Town Hall. It felt like a great privilege, was really enjoyable, and the wonderful truth of Christmas was declared in a mixture of traditional and contemporary styles, with Jesus birth, death and resurrection right at the centre of it all.<br />
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The Santa Run was brilliant fun, but singing "Fall on your knees" from the carol "O Holy Night" in a 3 part harmony made my legs buckle with emotion.<br />
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Merry Christmas !<br />
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<br />Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-73402545056090532052014-12-04T19:06:00.001+00:002014-12-04T19:06:29.714+00:00A great day....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My daughter got baptised on Sunday....this is what she said before she got dunked.....</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>"Hello, my
name is Olivia and I am 14 years old. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Throughout my life I have been brought up
in a Christian family and have been in this church since it started in 2001. From
an early age I was taught about Jesus and the significance of him dying on the
cross for everyone who believed in him. When I was 5 years old I made a first
time commitment to God in my bedroom. From then on, my faith and understanding
of who God was grew, through being around other Christians, going to kid’s
church on a Sunday and quizzing my Dad from the age of seven about some of the
questions I had around Christianity. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Nothing
really unexpected had happened in my life when I was younger, until one evening
in 2008. It was then that I found out
that my mum had been diagnosed with cancer and was to go through a course of
chemotherapy to make her better. From then on, I became used to mum feeling
unwell and going in and out of the hospital every few weeks for chemotherapy. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>A year
later, mum was moved to Duchess of Kent house hospice as her condition didn’t
improve and it was there, a few weeks later, that my brother, sister and I
were told that in a week or so mum would meet Jesus face to face. In the dark days that followed I became more
increasingly aware of God’s love for my family and I, and that when mum took
her final breath, she would be with Jesus Christ in heaven. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>At 8 o’ clock on 12<sup>th</sup> February
2010, mum went through the gates of glory where she is now partying in heaven. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>In the years
that followed there was lots of crying and pain but I also had a great sense of
peace over me as I knew where mum was. I
also have great confidence that one day I will meet mum again and like the 'picture' that God gave me a few months after her death, one day, I will run into
heaven where she will be waiting for me, and I will pick her up and spin her
around laughing.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>Later that year Dad met the amazing Ellie at a bereavement
conference where God showed us that he had more plans for our family. A year later they got married and I also
gained another brother and sister! <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>In the years
that followed up until now I have learnt more and more of Gods’ great love for
me through events like Carroty Wood and Newday and despite the death of my
grandma earlier this year, I have learnt and realise that God really does work
for the best of those who love him.</i></span></div>
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<i style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I am getting
baptised today as a declaration of my faith in Jesus, to be obedient to God’s
word and the plans that he has for me in the future."</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18.3999996185303px;">I am so proud of her</span><span style="line-height: 18.3999996185303px;">!</span></div>
Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-21933584176674856172014-11-22T10:24:00.000+00:002014-11-22T10:24:35.361+00:00Mud mud glorious mud...It's been quite a while since my last blog...I haven't felt like it much to be honest.<br />
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So here's an update on life in general...<br />
We had a great family holiday cycling in Holland....we did a circuit around the country covering about 250km in a week.....the children really enjoyed it even though some got a little saddle sore at times. A great memory! <br />
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We made up a song on the final day's longest tour stage(!) - you can sing along, to the tune of "On Top of Old Smokey"<br />
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<em>My buttocks are aching,<br />My muscles are sore,<br />But still we keep cycling,<br />Can't take any more!</em><br />
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<em>The wind it is blowing...<br />Right into my face,<br />But still Ben and Barn'by<br />Won't slow up the pace</em><br />
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<em>Oh Dad he keeps stressing<br />And shouting for speed<br />But we go in circles<br />When he takes the lead.</em><br />
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<em>And so we keep going,<br />Tho' our bottoms are red...<br />We can't wait to get there<br />And flop into bed!</em><br />
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Our beautiful daughter Esther started at University in September - she seems to be thriving despite a tearful start (until we left the car park I think!)....we are so proud of her, she seems to have settled in really well, has been making new friends, exploring churches, and has joined the horse riding club.<br />
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Our two boys both did really well in their GCSEs and are now working (hard?) on their AS levels.<br />
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Our building work got hugely delayed, causing no small amount of frustration...long story short...it was due to start at the end of July and after many unfulfilled promises and false starts, it eventually started about 3 weeks ago! All looked fairly good until they found the drain problem....I have to say that when I was thinking about an extension, I wasn't really expecting this (photo taken this morning!). It's been a long, stressful, sleepless and expensive couple of weeks trying to sort it all out! I have to say (much to my surprise), Thames Water were brilliant with quickly approving the revised revised updated modified plans revision 6 (!) <br />
The builders have totally trashed the garden tho! Hey-ho, at least I hadn't just turfed it :-)<br />
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We found the stress of it all quite hard to deal with, it's caused sleepless nights for Craig and migraines for Ellie. We read this morning about simple trust (Psalm 131). Nicky Gumbel writes, <br />
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"<em>How does this total trust happen? First, resign as general manager of the universe. Stop trying to control everyone and everything. Second, put your trust in God in the same way that a baby has total trust in a parent</em>."<br />
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So, onwards and upwards...and looking forward as best as we can (over the mound of earth !!) <br />
<br />Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-66474260029304793682014-05-15T14:45:00.000+01:002014-05-19T16:17:14.451+01:00Making sense of it all...<br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">Time marches on. Amazingly, we’ve now been in our house for 6 months and it does definitely feel like home. We feel very grateful !</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: normal;">We have our ground floor extension planning permission through, and have appointed a builder to do the extension work…. starting late in July. It’s a long story, but the evidence of God going before us in this process is very clear to us, and as we have 3 children sitting major exams right now (1 doing A levels, 2 doing GCSEs), the timing makes a lot of sense, despite all my hopes and plans to start earlier!</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: normal;">Here’s a few before-and-after photos of the garden – it’s a work in progress but is getting there slowly but surely. Most notably, digging up ~8 tonnes of concrete path, lots of heavy digging/clearing and laying 90m² of turf…this has made a big difference to the overall appearance. I am currently building a garden patio/seating area in my usual slightly obsessional way! </span><br />
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<span style="line-height: normal;">Horace the nutter puppy has settled in well….aside from his irritating desire to dig up our newly laid turf, that is ! Grrrrrr!</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: normal;">The fallout of Ellie and my grief journeys continues….it’s difficult to explain but I know that I am so very different now to how I used to be….most notable is my emotional capacity which is close to “running on fumes” most of the time. This rears its ugly head in a variety of ways, but particularly in things like conflict avoidance, lack of ability to handle stress of any magnitude, and little energy for conversation. Most of the time I try not to think too hard about the past but the impact on my children’s lives is one which frankly rips my heart to shreds….which is something I can’t really avoid thinking about despite how much I try to look forward.</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: normal;">What does amaze me is how well the children seem to be doing. To the outside world we are a “normal” (and large!) family…and I guess we are just that! I know that I feel very blessed by all that I’ve been given with my beautiful bride and quiver-full of children!</span><br />
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I think the only way to make sense of it all is to keep looking up….God knows the pain, He knows the angst, He knows the past and He knows the future too….one day it will all make sense I think but I guess that won’t be until we meet up! In the meantime we will get on with the garden...<br />
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Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-64892883390513653512014-03-30T21:02:00.000+01:002014-03-30T21:02:08.224+01:00PPI...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">In
the media, this little abbreviation generally means " Payment Protection
Insurance" but not for me….</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Until
just a few months ago, it meant, "Porridge Performance Index" as I
kept a log along with a friend at work of the condition of the breakfast
porridge served up in the canteen each day based on our assessment factors of
Temperature, Consistency and Taste. The algorythms used to finalise the
days overall porridge quality score became quite complex, but the result was a
daily assessment which bizzarly seemed to track the world stock markets quite
closely. I had graphs automatically updated each day and even considered
publishing the data online but noticed that the stock market falls seemed to be
predicted by our PPI sooner than they happened, so in order not to panic the
markets, I decided I should not publish the data :-) <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">There
was much amusement to be had when on days of disagreement over scoring, we had
to consult the international porridge standards agency, "Offpot"....
and further amusement at the thought of Scottish independence which would
obviously require the generation of a new porridge standards agency for
Scotland, "Scoffpot". Anyway, enough of my silliness….PPI
doesn't really mean that !<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Now
for the serious stuff….<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">For
Ellie and I, PPI is a term we have coined between us to express our emotional
state. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">It
stands for "Precipice Proximity Index" and is essentially an
assessment of how "close to the edge" of the emotional cliff we are.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">The
scale we use is 1-20, and the levels work something like this :-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">1-2
Emotionally stable. Wellbeing good. Living well. Enjoying
life. Looking forward to the future.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">3-4
Emotionally stable. Wellbeing generally good. Coping. Living
in light of past pain but not letting it dominate the present. Looking
forward generally.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">5-6
Slightly on-edge emotionally but coping. Feeling fairly low.
Thoughts of the past sporadically overwhelm but generally able to purposefully
think about something else.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">7-8
Feeling emotionally tired from the grief journey. Drained.
Physically tired. Lacking conversational energy etc, looking back too
much.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Feeling emotionally exhausted from the grief journey. On the edge of
tears and likely to start crying at a moment's notice. Living the
children's pain. Staring backwards into the abyss of grief<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">11-12
Exhausted, highly emotional ; very tearful; lots of flashbacks; want to curl up
into a ball and climb into bed. Teetering off the cliff edge emotionally.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">13-14
Overwhelmed, irrational. Plummeting off the cliff edge of pain. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">15-20+
Highly emotional. Totally irrational. Completely overwhelmed.
Suicidal. Lying in a jibbering heap at the foot of the cliff edge
emotionally.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Most
of the time both Ellie and I have a PPI of between 5 and 8, and once in a while
will drop to a PPI of 3-4 but rarely any lower. We also rarely venture
much above 12 but it does happen to one or other of us sometimes (thankfully
not normally both of us at the same time).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">It's
not meant to be a very scientific scale and is based simply on our experience
rather than any any kind of factual research but it does help us to express to
each other the reality of the journey's highs and lows more adequately than
anything else we've come across.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">The
trick for me to lower my PPI is burying myself into something which prevents me
thinking too hard about the journey…hence I am still pursuing my triathlon
training which continues to be my most effective mind-numbing experience to
date. (And I'm very pleased with my recent Reading Half Marathon PB of
1:32:24 !!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">No
idea if that makes any sense or not....</span></div>
Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-43404757697746415382014-02-21T22:54:00.000+00:002014-02-23T08:35:24.896+00:00A tribute...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My mother-in-law, Grace, died on 27th January, suddenly and unexpectedly. She had been married for over 60 years.<br />
This week was her funeral...the crematorium was the same place that her beloved daughter, Karena, went to just 4 years ago, and the church service that followed was in the same place where we got married back in 1993. <br />
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It is no understatement to say, that Grace always treated me like a son. She was a dedicated mother, and an outstanding grandmother to my children, whom she loved with all of her heart.<br />
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She was devoted to her family and friends, and was lots of fun to be around (even though she didn't always understand the joke !). She did probably spend too much time in her beloved Marks and Spencers though!<br />
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I never knew her when she looked as young as she does in the photo here....but now she is in her permanent home with Jesus, I guess she will be more youthful.....certainly she has been reunited with her daughter in the place of great reunions. We do have that confidence, and hope for the future too.<br />
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I had the privilege to read out these words at her funeral :-<br />
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May <b>the</b> <b>God</b> <b>of</b> <b>hope</b> fill us with
<b>all</b> joy and peace as we trust in him, so that we <b>may</b> overflow
with <b>hope</b> by <b>the</b> power <b>of</b> <b>the</b> Holy Spirit. (Rom
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We keep trusting Jesus in amongst all the heartache.</div>
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We will miss Grace very much, but she's in the best place now.</div>
Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-58612222250651218802014-01-17T20:52:00.000+00:002014-01-17T20:52:08.378+00:00New beginnings...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Back in December 1992 I became a Christian…it was a day that I remember very fondly as it changed everything….nothing would ever be the same. At the time I was 24 years old. I had been friends with the lovely Karena for some time through work; we got on like a house on fire - she was so full of life, was fun to be around, made me laugh and she was a Christian. Over many months as our friendship developed she shared her faith with me….and challenged me to look into the evidence for Jesus' life, who he was and evidence for the resurrection. Over time, I came to understand not only the historical evidence for Jesus' life, but also who he was and why he came…and it culminated with me praying a prayer to ask Jesus into my life whilst sitting alone in my car at <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1541569449" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ"><span style="color: #222222;">11pm</span></span></span> one winter evening. It was a complete new beginning and I have lived in the wonder of the gospel message ever since. </div>
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Not only did Jesus turn my life upside down - but 6 months later I married the lovely Karena to share my life with….she really was a gift to me from our Father in heaven. It was another new beginning.<u></u><u></u></div>
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On 31st Dec 2008, Karena was diagnosed with cancer - that's 5 years ago now. A lot of time has passed since then. A lot of change has come. My wife died and my three children lost their mother. I am now re-married to the lovely Ellie and I have inherited (a good word to describe it!) two more beautiful children. We are a 'blended' family but much of the time for Ellie and I, everything can feel somewhat tainted by our combined history. <u></u><u></u></div>
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Next month it will be 4 years since my Karena died and 14 years since Ellie's Ben died.<u></u><u></u></div>
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God promises us in the bible that he will never leave us nor forsake us. It's an <span style="font-size: large;">ABSOLUTELY HUGE </span>promise. Both Ellie and I bear witness to the truth of this through what has felt to us like the most bitter of circumstances. Every day still we are confident of God's presence and of his favour, and every day in a myriad of ways the good news of Jesus breathes life afresh into our hearts, and gives us confidence and hope for the future. </div>
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Every day with Jesus represents a new beginning to us.<u></u><u></u></div>
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<span>Nothing can ever come remotely close to replacing those that Ellie and I have loved and lost of course. Our lives, our hearts & our emotional capacity are forever changed, and every day presents emotional challenges as a result (which reminds me, I must blog on our "Precipice Proximity Index" aka "PPI" sometime soon!) <u></u><u></u></span></div>
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<span>We are very glad for all that we have been given though….we treasure one another and we have five teenage children who delight and exhaust us in fairly equal measure. It still feels like new beginnings for us as a combined family and we are looking to the future, and trying not to look back too hard most of the time….yet we are acutely aware that the pain of the past invades each and every new day.</span></div>
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So here's one more new beginning to make you smile….<u></u><u></u></div>
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A long time ago Ben promised Ellie that he would buy her a puppy when their 2 children were a little older and when they'd settled down out of bible college. Last weekend, we 'fulfilled' this promise as Ellie and I left the house at <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1541569450" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ"><span style="color: #222222;">5.15am</span></span></span> along with our dog, Sam, for a 200+ mile journey to west Wales….our mission was to collect a 9 week old rescue puppy called Horace. We reserved him before Christmas and told the children about him on Christmas day….and as expected, they are all utterly besotted with him ! <u></u><u></u></div>
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I know he's 'just a dog' but for us he is also a part of our new family identity and our new beginnings together….and he is also very cute and cuddly (even though he yelps at bedtime and leaves unwelcome little packages around the place !!)</div>
Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-19199281095872553212013-12-25T16:13:00.000+00:002013-12-25T16:13:31.649+00:00Christmas in pictures....<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From a friend : "I bought it because it had 7 flowers on it - reminded me of you all"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A favourite Christmas present - Guess who ?!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Craig and Ellie in their new Onesies (I always wanted one!) :-)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Last year's present from me to Ellie was a house sign - a promise of something yet to come....installed on our new house 1 year later to the day - promise fulfilled !!</td></tr>
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Merry Christmas from us all !!<br />
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The last few weeks seem to have flown by...here's a few highlights ....<br />
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<li>Ripping the 18" thick ivy off the house (what a job that was!)</li>
<li>Finishing painting all the internal replacement doors and stairway banisters</li>
<li>A day out at a local Spa a week ago after crazy amounts of DIY</li>
<li>Putting up our Christmas tree in our new house (a potted living one)</li>
<li>Taking down our Christmas tree due to excessive shedding :-(</li>
<li>Putting up fake Christmas tree (no shedding issues!)</li>
<li>Putting up outside Christmas lights !</li>
<li>Installing new Log burner in front room, which gets its inaugural lighting tonight !</li>
<li>Meeting all the neighbours - who are lovely !</li>
<li>Bible discussions around the dinner table all around the advent story</li>
<li>Decorating our outside cabin to look like Santa's Grotto</li>
<li>Crazy amounts of Christmas shopping for family and extended family.</li>
<li>Completing drawings for our downstairs extension - will be submitted for planning this week</li>
<li>Ordering a huge turkey :-)</li>
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Ahhhh, what a crazy week it's been....</div>
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Flowers given to us from the Estate Agent when we picked up the house keys....we had some of these at our wedding....it reminded us that this is a new day for our family....<br />
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Even the cat got packed...<br />
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First meal on lounge carpet surrounded by absolutely nothing...</div>
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An insane amount of painting and DIY (with a lot of help, we painted the entire house white in 7 days!)....</div>
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Ripping out dodgy electrics....</div>
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...and some of the more unusual features....</div>
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Yesterday removals men finally emptied our old house....interesting sculptures appeared around the old rented place from the dust and dog hair left behind :-)</div>
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A slightly odd area in the loft above our bedroom which we are using to keep our 'danger boxes' :-</div>
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Today we have the carpenter coming to do some jobs, we have the plumber coming to finish the new bathroom (the one and only <a href="http://www.pattersonplumbers.co.uk/" target="_blank">Ben Patterson</a> - a top man doing a fabulous job !!), we have to clean the rented house, we have the architect coming to measure up for an extension, and I have a physio (or is it psycho?!) appointment....so a fairly quiet day all in all ! :-)</div>
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Stuff we are so very grateful for :-</div>
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Our friends and family who have cooked us loads of meals and helped with decorating and DIY (we couldn't have got this far without you all !)</div>
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House completion date - <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_943349129" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">18th October</span></span> - is slowing approaching…at least, it seems very slow to me!<u></u><u></u></div>
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I will be finishing my job (by choice) on the same day….Whilst we clearly won't be able to manage financially forever without me working…for this next phase, having a month or two (hopefully) out of work in order to settle the children and ourselves into our new home feels like the right thing to do. It's not about money…..fortunately we have enough to tide us over for the time being.<u></u><u></u></div>
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These last few days, I have been pondering something….. The photos shown here are on my desk at work. I realise that most people probably don't have a photo of two different wives on their desk….but like most other people, the photos on my desk tell a story of people that I love and treasure. In the collage-type frame above, the top strip are consecutive yearly photos of me and my 3 biological children taken in December each year from 2003 onwards with us all crammed into a passport photo booth once a year; the last one was taken with us all smiling in Dec 2009; at the time Karena was in the hospice but I wanted her to have an up-to-date photo of us all by her side for the hours when we weren't there; she had it by her bedside (such a hard memory!). The other photos also tell a story - the big one in the middle was taken on our last proper family holiday together in Ireland in 2008 a few months before Karena was diagnosed. In addition to that I have photos of Ellie and I and our 5 children on our wedding day also on my desk. </div>
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These photos all stare out at me as I work at my desk….and each time I glance at them I react - sometimes with a smile, sometimes with a wince, sometimes with a feeling of deepest anguish, sometimes with a feeling of deepest appreciation. <u></u><u></u></div>
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For example, we were packing some things up in the attic a few days ago, and, amongst other things, we came across first-time-around wedding photos and a memorial order of service….. Anyway, we both ended up fairly quickly putting everything down again not really knowing what to do with it all, and then decided the best thing was to go and do something else completely different… so it's all still waiting to be packed.<u></u><u></u></div>
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Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-43917655467769392482013-09-01T08:37:00.001+01:002013-09-01T08:37:32.441+01:00Exchanged !<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Late on Friday we exchanged contracts at last ! <br />
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We are very pleased and quite relieved that we have found a more permanent home after about two years of trying!<br />
Completion isn't until 18th October which seems like a long way off at the moment....but it leaves us time to do some organising and to get prepared.<br />
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Ellie and I have been talking about what we've been learning through this process of being disappointed so many times on houses we'd hoped to buy...it's a fairly long list but here's some highlights :-<br />
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<li>God's plans are not our plans, nor are His ways our ways (Isa 55:8)</li>
<li>God's timing is not our timing (we planned to rent for a maximum of 6 months...15 months later!)</li>
<li>Sometimes we don't see the path ahead very clearly but in faith we keep moving forward</li>
<li>There's not necessarily one 'right' way to go; God is much bigger than that.</li>
<li>In all things, seek peace and pursue it (Ps 34:14)...which is Ellie's family motto !</li>
<li>Money is simply a tool (Rental costs have been huge!); we need to thank God for this provision that had enabled us to rent a house rather than worrying about the future (Matt 6:27).</li>
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Time to go and do some packing !<br />
<br />Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-73467283411537287322013-08-21T19:04:00.002+01:002013-08-21T19:04:42.637+01:00A bit of this and a bit of that...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="text-indent: -18pt;">-</span><span style="font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -18pt;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -18pt;">Grief is hard work – it ‘flattens you’, affects your
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As Ellie and I read it, lights seemed to be going on all around - it all sounded so very very familiar !</div>
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<b>As for the house situation</b> – it still seems to be
progressing but is slow…contract documents and searches/surveys are all
complete and no outstanding issues. Today’s
news is that the current owners have finally advised that they are now willing to
exchange contracts before the end of August….with completion to be agreed but likely to be mid-end
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Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-60911912865943994132013-08-03T22:04:00.000+01:002013-08-03T22:04:11.803+01:00A wedding gift....What a week....the children have all been away from home for the whole week at Bible camp/Granny's so it's been very quiet at home - just the two of us - it's felt quite odd to be honest, but we've enjoyed the peace and quiet!<br />
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On Tuesday it looked like the house was falling through following a phone call from the Estate Agent....<br />
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When we got married two years ago, some lovely friends gave us some money to "do something special - tea at the Ritz or something like that for just the two of you"....<br />
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With all the madness of the last couple of years we've never managed to use the generous gift....until today !<br />
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We took the car (and bikes) to the Isle of Wight for the day - up at 5.45 in order to catch the ferry crossing from Southampton at 8am. Then we toured the island in the beautiful sunshine, cycled, and watched the boats (we didn't realise that it's Cowes week too), we laughed, and just enjoyed being together. At the end of the day we had a beautiful meal at "The Jolly Sailor" in Bursledon, better known as the pub they used to film "Howard's Way" in - it was absolutely fabulous! What a great wedding present !!!<br />
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<br />Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-84179945662731304432013-07-19T21:24:00.000+01:002013-07-19T21:24:14.261+01:00Plan G<br />
You're not gonna believe this.....<br />
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We calculated that this one is in fact the 7th house that we've wanted/offered on....the previous 6 all fell apart for different reasons.<br />
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<li>Saw house for first time</li>
<li>Offered (a bit low)</li>
<li>Offer rejected</li>
<li>Offered again (a bit higher)</li>
<li>Offer accepted !</li>
<li>Saw house for second time with children and 2 trusted friends</li>
<li>Conveyancer appointed</li>
<li>Searches done (all OK)</li>
<li>Survey done (no show-stoppers).</li>
<li>Draft of extension plan prepared (by me!)</li>
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Not bad for 6 days eh ?!<br />
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We're trying not to count our chickens tho....this is plan G after all !<br />
It has 5 bedrooms and a downstairs study (ie bedroom 6), which is one of our main criteria so that our delightful teenagers will all have a bedroom. We plan to extend the downstairs (kitchen is quite small) to give us a bit more living area, and we also think we could extend into the garage in the future for an annexe for the bereavement respite work. It's in a really good location for us too which is a huge bonus and will make the school run fairly straightforward. And finally, we can afford it ! Hooray!!<br />
The people who own it are happy to sell with no chain....but we will have quite a bit of work to do (it's all a bit 'tired'! - rather like us !!)<br />
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So whilst we're not counting the old chickens just yet, it is looking very positive, and we will be very pleased if it does all go through !<br />
If you're a pray-er, please do pray that we will exchange contracts quickly...in our ideal scenario, we'd be able to move in before the children go back to school....and if we don't get Plan G then I guess we'll move on and look for Plan H....<br />
<br />Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-73116088441901776792013-07-10T22:00:00.000+01:002013-07-10T22:00:10.643+01:00I remember<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-18005803804461209202013-06-29T07:45:00.000+01:002013-06-29T08:07:45.186+01:00Le Tour<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today is another day.<br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Most excitingly for me, today is the start of the Tour de France which I avidly follow....it's just such an epic race! For the next three weeks, my beautiful wife will sit with me each evening as I watch the highlights from each day's racing (poor lady!!). I absolutely love cycling !</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Perhaps more importantly for us as a family though.....today we plan to buy a house (again!) ...recently Ellie and I feel like we've been doing the Tour of Berkshire and we now have 4 possible options; none of them are 'ideal' but all of them are possibilities with some positives and some negatives. Our good friend Keith the builder is coming with us to see one possibility today which would need quite a lot of work doing to it (ie gutting and starting again!) but which would be amazing space for us ! We are seeing another place this afternoon and saw two other places in the week which 'tick our boxes' to a greater or lesser extent.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">So by the end of the day we plan to have made an offer on a house one way or another....please pray for wisdom for us as we really want the Tour of Berkshire to come to an end!</span><br />
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Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-82076055843841548132013-06-23T14:57:00.001+01:002013-06-23T14:57:09.404+01:00In control...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We have a favourite restaurant as a family that we've been to when we sold both Ellie's house and our last house...and we've been looking forward to going there to celebrate the purchase of our new house....it's been a while since we've been there !<br />
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When we found out that our last house purchase had fallen apart, one of our boys said, "Why don't we go out for dinner to celebrate that God's still in control?"<br />
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A couple of days after that, we received a card through our letter box with some money inside and a lovely message...from an anonymous sender. It was as if God was speaking directly to us and saying that He is indeed still in control even though things haven't worked out the way that we had hoped for or planned....so today we have used the money to go out for lunch at our favourite restaurant...and we've celebrated ....it was jolly yummy !!! We're now all very full !Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-88853254193896736942013-06-16T20:19:00.000+01:002013-06-16T20:19:00.364+01:00Middle distance madness....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Couldn't resist a little blog about today's crazy antics....I got up at 2.55am (!) to meet up with two fellow nutters and get to the 6.10am race start about an hour away for my first middle distance triathlon (1.2/56/13.1 mile swim/bike/run).<br />
Surprisingly the swim went really well (I don't usually enjoy the mass start/washing machine/getting swam over and kicked/lake swim experience)...but it went like clockwork really and I got out of the lake in 36minutes. <br />
The bike leg was long - 2 laps around the same loop but mostly fairly flat. I worked hard but didn't totally 'cane-it' as I still had the half marathon to save beans for....cycling to my 80% max heartrate with nutrition to keep me going for the remainder of the race was the plan....it worked well.<br />
The run leg was really hard work after the bike but I maintained a pretty steady pace around the three laps that made up the half marathon....coming over the finish line was just fabulous - 5 hours and 11 minutes after I started. I was the last of the three of us but we all came in within 12 minutes of each other so we were all very pleased.<br />
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Ellie is pleased that I didn't die during the experience (me too...!)<br />
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Tonight I'm really tired, my legs ache, my rocket-bike is safely stowed away and I have a huge smile on my face. Walking down the stairs in the morning might be a challenge though !<br />
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Tomorrow the house hunt continues.....<br />
Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-43920849093402104032013-06-01T18:44:00.000+01:002013-06-02T12:14:20.073+01:00Disappointment.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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house saga continues….it’s a long story and I won’t bore too much with the
details but basically we had our offer accepted on the house (and were
ecstatic!), then lost it within about 3 days because two Estate Agents both
expected the sale commission from the owner (we’d originally seen the house 8
months ago at a higher price through a different agent). The owners had another offer on the table
after accepting ours…so they had a predicament – they could either sell the
house to us and try to reason with the estate agents (via the ombudsmen) to get
a just outcome, or face potential litigation from the one they didn’t pay….or they
could dump us as the buyer and go with a “clean” sale. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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another door has been firmly closed on us.
(It’s a shame because it was a lovely door attached to a lovely house!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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praying for God to guide us (see last blog entry from my good lady!), and I’m
sure He is indeed doing that….but we’re still really disappointed that we’ve
lost another house that could have really worked well for us as a family home
(and all because of Estate Agent ethics!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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current rented house is very nice in many ways but it doesn’t really feel like ‘home’
as we can’t really make it ours in the way we could if we owned it. It was really cold in the winter too (old
house, lots of draughts, very expensive to heat) so we really don’t want to do
another winter here if we can possibly avoid it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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originally moved here in August we planned for a 6 month rental and negotiated
the contract accordingly because the rental cost is really high. It’s now 10 months later and we’re back to Square
One on the house hunt. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and selling feels like it’s consumed too much of our thinking for way too long! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sometimes,
to be honest we feel like the psalmist in Ps10:1 “Why Lord do you stand far
off? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He hasn’t
hidden himself of course…but the whole process hasn’t worked out in the way we’d
hoped it would, and to be frank we oscillate wildly between complete
frustration and annoyance on one hand to trusting that God has something waiting
for us on the other hand. Our huge daily
challenge is to choose peace in the midst of the turmoil of it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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reckon it’s fairly easy to trust God in theory, but living it day-to-day in the
stuff that matters to you, when you’ve had disappointments like we have, feels much
harder….<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Craig Mackayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05777989397577773093noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52309202119694734.post-46361469984226357852013-05-27T12:01:00.000+01:002013-05-27T12:01:32.340+01:00Guidance.....Another guest blog from the lovely Mrs M....<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">A couple of weeks ago at the end of a very tough week for various other
reasons too, the Estate Agent told us that the owners of our dream house had
accepted someone else’s higher offer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">We knew in theory it was ok - God knows best, He has
always led us before, His ways are higher than ours, His plans have worked out
so much better than what we thought was best many, many times.....but despite
all that we felt bewildered and disappointed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We wavered between accepting peacefully that we had pushed that door
thoroughly and that God had closed it, and feeling total confusion about what
we thought God had said to us....Have we given up too easily?...Were we wrong
all along?...Is God going to step in and miraculously win us the house?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Maybe this will all still happen in 5 years, 10 years – maybe
we’ve simply got the timing wrong.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe
God doesn’t want us to do the work we feel we’d love to do with young widows
and widowers.....maybe, maybe, maybe......<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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road which would work for us as a family, is in a good location for us but
doesn’t really lend itself to the widowed young work...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">We’re not very good with indecision.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We desperately want to be settled in our own
house, without the enormous rent bill we are facing each month (we see
everything in terms of university fees for 5 children...) and to be honest the
state of limbo we have been living in for almost 2 years as a new family is
beginning to take its emotional toll on both of us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sleep in particular has been evading us and
we need plenty of energy to cope with 5 teenagers!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, in our disappointment and confusion we
lost our enthusiasm for looking for houses. It all just felt too hard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">We ground to a halt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Then one morning, I woke up with enough enthusiasm to
have another look at possible houses we had previously discarded for various
reasons – and came to one we had viewed last September but decided wasn’t
right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It had a smaller garden than our
dream house had – that garden was the most beautiful ‘sanctuary’ garden and we
could see it being a wonderful place for grief stricken people to retreat to
(as well as a great place for the kids to play!).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This house also had no garage (though had
footings in place to build one), was in a tricky position for school runs and
was on a very quiet country lane which we wouldn’t really want our kids walking
up alone in the dark....and we felt it was overpriced.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The price had been reduced several times
since then, however; I would be driving the children around on the whole and
could always meet them with the dog at the end of the lane; maybe we could
compromise on the ideal garden and longer school runs?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the plus side, it had loads of space
inside and had potential for having people to stay – perhaps we could convert
the garage once it was built? That had been our plan with the dream house. Off
we went to look at it with two daughters in tow. All was as we remembered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The one new development was that we discovered
the owners had planned to have an annexe as part of the house, so drainage and
plumbing were in place for easy conversion. Craig and I caught each other’s eye
as they explained this....we went away deep in thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The children were very enthusiastic and
couldn’t see why we didn’t jump at it more quickly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But we were still wracked with
indecision.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Was this God’s plan?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What about the dream house?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What about the down sides?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why didn’t we feel more certain?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How could we hear God's guidance?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The decision just felt too huge.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My Bible study group (a group of very lovely and very
wise ladies!) has been following a study about prayers in the Bible.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have found it really helpful to think about
different ways of praying.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I spent my
Monday morning dog walk laying everything before God. I asked yet again for our
dream house and told God just how we felt we could use it for what we felt He’d
put on our hearts. I listed promises from the Bible, thanking God for answered
prayer, telling Him all about our indecision and how we just did not know what
He wanted us to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I told Him that we
felt like we were out on the water and didn’t even know which way the land was
any more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I prayed, I realised that
what we really wanted wasn’t actually the dream house or any particular house –
it was just to know that we were on God’s paths and not straying from His will
– so that’s what I asked for.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I
told Craig about it later, he said, “And was this a two way conversation?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What did God say?” Good question!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">So, the next day I went back with our lovely dog Sam for
the other half of the conversation. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
had woken with the words of the Amy Grant song based on Ps 119 in my head –
‘Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path’. I apologised for
not listening and asked God to bring something from the bible to my mind that
would help us in our confusion; something to settle my mind that God hadn’t
left us alone, that He would lead us to the right place and that we were still
on His paths.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And here’s what I felt He
said:<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">As I walked round the corner into the woods I came to a tree
in the middle of my path.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I see it every
day but had never noticed how the path neatly splits in two to go round it then
meets again and continues on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Both paths
lead to the same end.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Neither is better
than the other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perhaps God could lead
us on His paths in more than one way and we could still end up where He wanted
us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perhaps there isn’t always only one
‘right way’ to go...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Ahead of me, the path twisted and turned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I noticed that you couldn’t see what was
round the bend until you walked almost to the end of what the eye could see –
then the next section of path became clear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We need to keep walking even when we can’t see what is round the
corner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We don’t get to see the end of
the path ahead of time, but it doesn’t mean we should stop moving.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Running alongside the path is a lovely clear stream (Sam
likes paddling in it!).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I looked at
it, into my head came the words ‘You lead me beside still waters’. So I decided
to read Psalm 23 as I walked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I looked
it up on my phone – though I know it really well I’ve got a mixture of versions
in my head and I wanted to read it clearly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The rest of what I felt God say to me are in the words of the
texts I sent Craig later in the day:-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">v3 – ‘He guides me along the right paths for His name’s
sake. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Felt like it was speaking directly to us – just what I
asked for yesterday!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">“v4 – ‘Even though I walk through the darkest valley...’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Our valley is dark! But it promises that even when we
can’t see them, He’s guiding with His rod and staff.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">“v5 – ‘You prepare a table before me in the presence of
my enemies’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I think our biggest enemies are grief and death – but God
has good things for us even in their perpetual presence. Ps 27v 13+14 again!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">“v6 – ‘...and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
forever’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">That’s the house we really want to be in </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Arial; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">. And wherever our house is,
He’s there and it’s His.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The following day, the verses in Living Light which I
read every day were all full of the same promises.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ps 119 v 105 was there again, and so was Ps
23 v 4.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And two more that I found
utterly reassuring: </span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">‘If you
leave God’s paths and go astray, you will hear a Voice behind you say’ “No,
this is the way; walk here.”’ Is 30v21</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">‘Since the Lord is directing our steps, why try to
understand everything that happens along the way?’ Prov 20 v24</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">God hadn’t left us floundering – just because we felt in
the dark, it didn’t mean that He had left us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He wasn’t going to let us make a big mistake – He was guiding us whether
we felt it or not! We needed to keep walking, keep taking the next step, and He
would take care of the rest.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">So, here we are, several days later.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After prayer, consideration and listening to
wise counsel from dear friends, we are waiting to hear whether our offer on this
new house has been finally accepted. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
feels daunting and we are almost too cautious to allow ourselves to get
excited.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But we know that whatever
happens, God IS guiding us, as He has been throughout these last years.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p>Let's see what happens this week !</o:p></span></div>
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