tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11057855342342522852011-12-17T11:24:27.723ZI am certain that God, who began this good work within me, will continue his work until it is finally finished… (Phil.1v6)Mrs Wibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211100436845047568noreply@blogger.comBlogger3591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1105785534234252285.post-12585026592539794082011-12-17T11:24:00.001Z2011-12-17T11:24:27.732Z

"All the world’s great religions show that people expect to pay for their sins. Some do penance, while tens of millions believe they will suffer in some future life by reincarnation. Most expect some awful judge to pass sentence on judgment day and pronounce their eternal destiny.Some expect to suffer cleansing agonies in the flames of Purgatory. The Christian gospel has a different message! It

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"All the world’s great religions show that people expect to pay for their sins. Some do penance, while tens of millions believe they will suffer in some future life by reincarnation. Most expect some awful judge to pass sentence on judgment day and pronounce their eternal destiny.Some expect to suffer cleansing agonies in the flames of Purgatory. The Christian gospel has a different message! It

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Mind blowing!God is speaking.*tongue stuck in cheek for some reason*God keeps revealing himself to me, and as He does, I find there's even more where that came from. His riches are more abundant than I ever dreamed of or dared to imagine.He knows me. Intimately. HE KNOWS MY HEART.He knows when I rise, and when I go to bed. He watches over me, gently steering me along the path that He has chosen

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I've just had a revelation! Things can sometimes seem pretty bleak last thing at night, right?? You've been ok all day, 'demolishing arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and taking captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ' (2 Corinthians 10:5) But at the end of the day you've lost plot, you've lost the energy and the will to fight. Those

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In Christ alone my hope is found, He is my light, my strength, my song; This Cornerstone, this solid ground, Firm through the fiercest drought and storm. What heights of love, what depths of peace, When fears are stilled, when strivings cease! My Comforter, my All in All, Here in the love of Christ I stand. In Christ alone who took on flesh Fulness of God in helpless babe! This gift of love and

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This is who He is, and what He is to me. He is 1. My creator 2. My Shepherd3. My Strength and Song4. My Shield5. My Portion forever (ie. MINE)6. My Helper7. My Life8. My Deliverer9. My Provider10. My Stronghold in time of trouble11. My Light and My Salvation12. My Fortress13. My Father14. My Healer15. My Guide16. My Refuge and my Saviour17. My Protector18. My King19. My Source of life20.

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No weapon turned against me will succeed. I will silence every voice raised up to accuse me. My vindication will come from the Lord himself. (taken from Isaiah 54:17 NLT)

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Behold You have come over the hills upon the mountain To me, You will run. My Beloved, You've captured my heart Won't You dance with me, Oh Lover of my soul, to the song of all songs? With You, I will go You are my Love You are my Fair One The winter has passed and the springtime has come Won't You dance with me, Oh Lover of my soul, to the song of all songs? Romance me, Oh Lover of my soul to

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Ok, so....I need to have a rant and offload. Now. I would normally default to writing a short and cryptic one-liner on Facebook.But a very wise and straight-talking friend of mine recently admonished me for using Facebook as a platform to vent my frustration while not actually 'saying' much... This phenomenon is commonly referred to amongst Facebookers as "vague-booking". As I dislike jargon

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I see the cloud, I step in I want to see Your glory as Moses did Flashes of light, rolls of thunderI’m not afraid, I’m not afraid Show me Your glory, show me Your glory Show me Your glory, show me Your gloryI’m awed by Your beauty, lost in Your eyesI want to walk in Your presence like Jesus did Your glory surrounds me and I’m overwhelmedI long to look on the face of the One that I loveLong to

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Left my fear by the side of the road Hear You speak, won't let go Fall to my knees, as I lift my hands to pray Got every reason to be here again Father's love that draws me in And all my eyes wanna see is a glimpse of You All I need is You All I need is You, Lord, is You, Lord All I need is You All I need is You, Lord, is You, Lord One more day, and it's not the same Your Spirit calls my heart

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You won't relent Until You have it all My heart is Yours I'll set You as a seal upon my heart As a seal upon my arm For there is love that is as strong as death Jealousy demanding as the grave And many waters cannot quench this love Come be the fire inside of me Come be the flame upon my heart Come be the fire inside of me Until You and I are one

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Words could never say the way He says my name He calls me lovely No one ever sees the way He looks at me He sees me holy Words could never hold this love that burn my soul Heaven holds me, Oh heaven holds me I can't hold my love back from You I can't hold my love back from You I've gotta sing - I've gotta sing, Sing my love (X2) You would not believe the way He touches me He burns right

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Father and son, at the end of a long week's work :)

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I’m alive to bring glory to You,King God of victory, You are my passion It’s in the way You are, You don’t change at all Great and humble God, You are my passion My strength in life is I am YoursMy soul delights because I am Yours Your will on earth is all I’m living for Jesus, I glorifyJesus, my love is Yours You are my heart’s desireI live to know You more Light that breaks the

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Ah life! So full of ups and downs...For all its worth I am enjoying the ride, but really I need to a) become MUCH less of a back-seat driver andb) learn to read The Map better.

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Just so y'all clear....and just so I'm clear too.There will be NO OTHER.No-one, nothing can satisfy the deepest cries of our hearts, except for Him. He knows.

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See the full gallery on Posterous My Sam will turn 11 on Thursday.Wow....where did THAT go?!? I'm suddenly feeling quite a bit older!With both Sam and Tom's birthdays so close together (Tom was 9 last Monday), we thought it would be nice to treat the boys to a meal out.The three of them were beside themselves with excitement as we arrived at our local Hungry Horse this evening! Suffice to

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Ingredients:Fresh Ciabatta (or other) rollsJar of nice pasta tomato sauce (I used Seeds of Change organic tomato and basil)Grated hard cheese (I'm using mature cheddar)HamLettucePreheat grill to medium hotSplit rolls in half.Pour a generous glug of olive oil over each half.Spread a couple teaspoons of sauce on top then sprinkle generously with cheese. Grill for about 5 minsThen (optional!)

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See the full gallery on Posterous My three boys all got cooking today (in amongst other bits and pieces of fun, involving mainly the computer, the Wii, and the television - all godsends on a rainy day, as well as mates that come round to play, and grandparents who live not too far away (...but not too close either) and take a child out for the day.) Anyway, so while the youngest one

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See the full gallery on Posterous

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A revolution is taking place in the Wibberley household.My lovely, very-nearly-11-year-old Sam, has finally seen the light and decided that pasta and sauce do *actually* get on rather well and deserve at least a second chance. Sam has a diagnosis of (mild-ish) Aspergers. But you knew that.This amongst other things, translates into a visceral need to control what goes into his mouth; there are

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...give extravagantly to those who will never be able to repay you: "when you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind, and you will be blessed." (Jesus in Luke's gospel)A gold envelope arrives. You open it with trembling hands. What does it say?(extracts from the Wordlive devotional for today - http://www.wordlive.org/Session/Alt/2011-09-16/Friday-16.9_11)Feeling

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See the full gallery on Posterous

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A revolution is taking place in the Wibberley household.My lovely, very-nearly-11-year-old Sam, has finally seen the light and decided that pasta and sauce do *actually* get on rather well and deserve at least a second chance. Sam has a diagnosis of (mild-ish) Aspergers. But you knew that.This amongst other things, translates into a visceral need to control what goes into his mouth; there are

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...give extravagantly to those who will never be able to repay you: "when you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind, and you will be blessed." (Jesus in Luke's gospel)A gold envelope arrives. You open it with trembling hands. What does it say?(extracts from the Wordlive devotional for today - http://www.wordlive.org/Session/Alt/2011-09-16/Friday-16.9_11)Feeling

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See the full gallery on Posterous My three boys all got cooking today (in amongst other bits and pieces of fun, involving mainly the computer, the Wii, and the television - all godsends on a rainy day, as well as mates that come round to play, and grandparents who live not too far away (...but not too close either) and take a child out for the day.)Anyway, so while the youngest one was

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Ingredients:Fresh Ciabatta (or other) rollsJar of nice pasta tomato sauce (I used Seeds of Change organic tomato and basil)Grated hard cheese (I'm using mature cheddar)HamLettucePreheat grill to medium hotSplit rolls in half.Pour a generous glug of olive oil over each half.Spread a couple teaspoons of sauce on top then sprinkle generously with cheese. Grill for about 5 minsThen (optional!)

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See the full gallery on Posterous Ugh. ​I am sorely regretting the two delicious, voluptuous, enticing Gü puddings I foolishly tucked into about 4 hours ago +_+ (....talk about the long term consequences of instant gratification!) A few months ago I claimed I'd "lost my sweet tooth" - except I had no-one fooled did I?!!?! Hmmmmmmm. What a resounding success THAT turned out to be! I have been

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Am loving having these guys to stay, it's short but oh so delicious!!The little fella is the closest to perfect one could ever wish a small child to be, with folds of soft, plump, kissable, pink skin in all the right places... He bellows with laughter at farty sounds, so one can be blowing raspberries for hours on end and still get rewarded with the beautiful sound of fresh peels of giggles

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See the full gallery on Posterous ...that's driving me insane tonight. Bossy, fickle little shit.

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It was 15 years ago to the day that I married my adorable Mr Wibbs.I don't feel all that much older than I was back then, yet I also feel like a completely different, new person. It feels like yesterday yet also like a whole lifetime ago. How does that work!?! It's the mystery of life and marriage, a strange and beautiful paradox.The other mystery is that, somehow, in marriage the 1+1=1

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Hubby is sunburnt - sign of a good, productive day off :)I ache all over from all my digging and scraping and rock-carrying in the garden, my arms are so scratched from pulling weeds that I reckon people might start to worry about the state of my mental health... (am definitely wearing long sleeves tomorrow)!!My poorly one is sleeping peacefully thanks to his humidifier - and a successful course

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See the full gallery on Posterous ....to three little surf dudes enjoying beach time on a spotless sunny Saturday in July :) I cant deny it: my boys are Hard Work but when surrounded by sand and water, they are so completely in their element that they are an utter joy to behold...

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See the full gallery on Posterous Treating myself to a large cappuccino and a raspberry and almond slice at Costa.My boys, finally able to all ride their bikes together...Blue wild flowers.Rows of old colourful fishing boatsFlip-flop Wearing :)Edible flowers in the most stunning organic vegetable garden I have ever seen...For these little beautiful things, God I thank you.

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See the full gallery on Posterous There are times in anyone's life, when you wonder how much longer you can go on. How long?HOW LONG, Lord??These times, they make you want to run.Hide. Scream.Die......PRAY...You cling onto anything or anyone that will make you feel secure in the storm. My Jesus, my God, keep my eyes fixed on you! Help me to cling to you, so that your glory, your beauty might

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I seem to have an aching heart today, but I'm not sure why.Something in me is making me unsettled and sad, and the only thing I can possibly put it down to is my lack of intimacy with my Father, and maybe some stuff I haven't dealt with or said sorry for. Thinking back to my "Weeding" post, I remember God saying that unless I was soaked with His presence, drenched in His Spirit, drinking and

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I seem to have an aching heart today, but I'm not sure why.Something in me is making me unsettled and sad, and the only thing I can possibly put it down to is my lack of intimacy with my Father, and maybe some stuff I haven't dealt with or said sorry for. Thinking back to my "Weeding" post, I remember God saying that unless I was soaked with His presence, drenched in His Spirit, drinking and

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There is nothing quite as essentially rewarding and lovely as an impromptu weeding session at the end of a day's worth of downpours...It's 9 o'clock, still light out and the children sleep; all is peace.I sit on a slab of clean wood, and start pulling with my bare hands. The dark red soil yields. It lets me work it, smooth, generous, velvety, almost chocolate-like. The new, spring-born weeds

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p105.mov Watch on Posterous It's 8:20 and Sam is making his packed lunch for school. I don't normally get him on camera singing to himself but this morning I thought I would grab my opportunity with both hands - and hey presto!Isn't he a good little singer!?? And funny to boot! I so love that kid...

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See the full gallery on Posterous http://kids.nationalgeographic.co.uk/kids/animals/This is Ben's new favourite website! I love it about him, that he is so fascinated in animals, creatures and the natural world... He found out about the website at school, and you should've seen the excitement on his face when he realised he could go on it at home too!! He particularly likes the dolphin video

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See the full gallery on Posterous It's breathtakingly beautiful here.'Here' being South Devon, England.As you clearly know.Everyone should live here....much as I don't think that would be practical for demographic reasons. Man the roads would be a NIGHTMARE!!! on second thoughts, I take that back. Everyone should not Live here, but everyone should most definitely COME VISIT from time to

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p59.mov Watch on Posterous p61.mov Watch on Posterous p63.mov Watch on Posterous Thomas's take on hoovering up a few crumbs... Amazing what fun can be had on a wet day!

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This is Mr Wibbs, 'tidying up'...I know.

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I am trying to detox after being on morphine in the hospital for at least one and a half days. If you'll call a lunch of pizza and chocolate eclairs a detox...! Yep - that's what you get when the men get cooking around here.Anyway.Having applied this rather ugly black, sea-weed-based mask to the areas of my face that have broken out in little spots, I ventured out of the bathroom, to varying

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I feel like I only just recovered from my last stint in hospital, and now I'm almost back at square one again!Except I'm more at 'square two' really - as I have no general anaesthetic to recover from, no itchy stitches to Not Itch, and a lot less morphine to eliminate than last time. But STILL.Shoooot! This is PaNtS and sUcKs, and jriwodjnskqoq£;&22&4&;9,@sjeowjfkw.... Rubbish!I was doing so

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See the full gallery on Posterous

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Please head over here where I have just started a new blog, mainly about chocolate, baking, coffee-time, and all things yummy :) I am so enjoying all of the wonderful treasures God supplies on a daily basis… And so I guess this new blog has come out of a desire to celebrate the deliciousness of life in all its fullness. I am already LOVING having a place where I can be more specific, and in

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Against all odds, it seems even our little part of Britain has succumbed to snow, in spite of the micro-climate that usually makes Torquay a very mild place to live… Now I'll happily confess that I'm really not the world's greatest fan of British snow. But honestly. CAN YOU BLAME ME?!?! I mean, really?!? The littlest hint of a snowflake and you'd forgive anyone for thinking the world had

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I've found a little gem of a book: "Why Us?" by Warren Wiersbe. Even in the opening pages I'm blown away by the simple, straightforward wisdom it contains… So. Underlined notes #1 it is. Be blessed :) • Do I have the kind of faith that works in the battlefield of life? • In every area of life there must always be an element of faith; what you believe determines how you behave. • "We cannot

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ADVANCED WARNING: I think I've turned into the Grinch! Again. (I know, this happens E.V.E.R.Y C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S…) I'm sorry. Nativity plays are cute and that, but they are soooo tedious. So dull... ...Or is that just me…?? Having just come out of Ben's second Nativity play of his entire life, I am fuming. Seething. Frustrated. What a farce! What a shame... It wouldn't have been be so bad if

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I am getting itchy… Restless… Mind overflowing with creative thoughts I really need to write. If only I had something SPECIFIC - or at least even remotely clever - to write about... But no; no, I don't have an agenda here. I don't even have that gift, that charming, witty way with words which makes a reader come back for more... Still - write I must. For me writing is like the need to bake (and

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It hits me every year. What is going on?? This should be a season of rejoicing, fun, light, peace and goodwill. Of anticipation, hope, longing. Of waiting. ...Shouldn't it?! Indeed: The word Advent means "coming" or "arrival." The focus of the entire season is the celebration of the birth of Jesus the Christ in his First Advent, and the anticipation of the return of Christ the King in his

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Although the picture is slightly blurry, I think it is beautiful and lovely and says everything about how we are to come to the King of Love...: in simplicity and purity, with an open and sincere heart, with abandon and a complete lack of self-consciousness... And...with the desire and expectation that He will be blessed by what little I have to bring to Him.

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Now that we have moved I am getting to know all sorts of new fun activities to do in the area... Devon really is a treasure trove of exciting adventures to have and amazing, beautiful places to discover! This is what we are up to today: ...We live very near a really wonderful wildlife park called Paignton Zoo - you may well have heard of it, it is well-known worldwide! Now seeing as pretty

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It's nearing the end of Ben's first year at school. I cannot quite believe it - and what an eventful year it's been... Well, all sorts of things have been happening these last few weeks, to celebrate summer time, and the end of term. Cos in Britain we like summer; British summers are what we do best. Sort of. Anyway. This Friday my Benji got to bring Spencer Bear home  for a whole week end -

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I have a new "app" on my phone which lets you create some amazing images by turning any photograph in my gallery black and white; I then select a particularly striking element of the picture and paint the colour back into it to make it stand out. The results are wonderful, especially if the element chosen is a bold, single colour ...Good, isn't it!?

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Maybe I should start posting from my phone again as I seem to get distracted by facebook and other silly things on the computer. And that's just not fair on my blog and anyone who might be wanting to catch up with our news or read whatever interesting rubbish I may have to share... So here I am, using blogpress again. It won't last! But we'll give it a try. I am in bed on a Saturday morning

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I don't think I actually ever posted pictures of our new home on this blog of mine... I didn't, did I...!! Ooooops. Forgive me. My bad. I guess I've been so caught up in the here and now, trying to embrace our new life, making friends, getting the kids settled, and overseeing some essential renovation work in the house, that I completely forgot to actually show proof that we do indeed live

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Life is good! I am getting over the heartbreak of this huge move, and everything that preceded it... And life is good :o) Seeing glimpses of spring poking its heads through the dirt reminds me that no heartbreak lasts forever. This is how God intended it. After death, there is new life. For new life to begin, there has to be death first! Wow! The meaning of this makes my mind boggle...

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How to be thankful in tough times by Rick Warren "Don't worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done". Philippians 4:6 (NLT) Don't worry about anything. Worrying doesn't change anything. It's stewing without doing. There's no such thing as born worriers; worry is a learned response. You learned it from your parents. You learned

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Happy New Year, Happy New Decade!! Happy 2010 - twenty-ten, two-o-one-o, or whatever you may be calling it in your part of the world...!! I am excited about what this year may bring. But first, a little update on my Christmas 'rant'. So I eventually got ready, although the thought of so much pressure for just ONE DAY still seems somehow ridiculous to me... Because surely we should be

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There is a pile of Christmas presents at my feet as I type, patiently expecting, nay, needing to be wrapped. My insides are still trying to recover from a tenacious virus... And my house is only just back up to an acceptably snug temperature after being refitted with a brand new central heating system. I have a mountain of clean laundry to wade through in order to find something to wear every

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Yesterday I was in bed recovering from a vile tummy bug; I have never slept so much: all day and then all night... Boy I must've needed it!Incidentally this tummy bug coincided with our entire central heating system being ripped out and replaced.*Perfect*So this morning after (reluctantly) getting out of bed and driving the kids to their various schools, I really had no option but to escape. I

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Send your own ElfYourself eCards

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I can hardly believe we've been here nearly 2 months...!It has rained for the past month, but it really hasn't stopped me from working hard at laying down foundations in this new place.I'm digging deep, and trying to settle in; helping my boys to feel secure and safe at home - I think they know without a doubt that they are home where mummy and daddy are.And I'm pretty sure they know that mummy

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I am having some chill-out time with my two younger boys at this beautiful secluded little beach...One is climbing rocksThe other is throwing pebbles into the sea And me?I am breathing in the delicious briny air, letting the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore soothe away the stresses of the last few weeks.And allowing my Father to cherish me.

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"But if we live in the light, as God is in the light, we can share fellowship with each other. Then the blood of Jesus, God's Son, cleanses us from every sin. If we say we have no sin, we are fooling ourselves, and the truth is not in us" (1 John 1:7-8 NCV).In Biblical fellowship, we should experience authenticity.Authentic friendships are more than superficial, surface-level chit-chat. They

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We have arrived in Devon. It was agonising saying goodbye to friends, and it seemed to go on forever! That, coupled with the relentless task of sorting through our 'junk' and packing it up into boxes, made the couple of weeks leading up to the move fairly traumatic and exhausting. But.But that was over two weeks ago...And we made it!!!We're here!In one piece. The pain of leaving beloved friends

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This is just a quick quick note, to say we are FINALLY moving, on Friday...!!!It has been a roller-coaster.I am not really ready, and don't particularly want the upheaval, or the heartache that comes with goodbyes.But it is CLEARLY God's next step for us.Which means I have to obey. And follow. And TRUST.Next time I post here will be from our new home :)Please would you pray for us? There has been

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My beautiful Thomas has turned 7 today. I am so proud of him.It is a tradition in our house to eat chocolate cake at breakfast on someone's birthday. So I made some cute little cupcakes late last night and there was 1 candle to blow out - in anticipation of the 7 we will have on a bigger cake tomorrow when daddy and grandparents have arrived...He was sung to and looked pleased as punch...Then he

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So I had a birthday. In May. Yeah I know, that was nearly half a year ago!! On this birthday I unashamedly (and 'officially, I suppose...) reached middle-age.And Mr Wibbs and I decided a day-trip to the Queen's hometown was in order.According to our 1890's horse-drawn-carriage driver, the royal standard was up meaning Her Majesty was home. But we just ran out of time and couldn't pay her a visit.

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Spiritual Habits of Effective People: Tithing(by Rick Warren)“Bring this tithe to eat before the Lord your God at the place he shall choose as his sanctuary; this applies to your tithes of grain, new wine, olive oil, and the firstborn of your flocks and herds. The purpose of tithing is to teach you always to put God first in your lives” (Deuteronomy 14:23 LB).We develop spiritual fitness when we

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What can a girl do when she is awake in the middle of the night...? Pray? Yes I will, but also reminisce about earlier months of this year. Just because I have some cool pics to post...So lets see now.February - Mr Wibbs moved down to Devon during possibly the snowiest week of the decade. To start his new job here......at Pennywell farm; hoping it wouldn't be too long before his family joined him

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It's a sunny day and I am child-free until 5 pm... I had a much-needed back massage this morning and now, guess what...??I am sunbathing. Yeah.You heard: SUNBATHING!!!I haven't sunbathed properly in years probably...Loving it...Thank you Lord.

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...Wild organic blackberry and apple crumble... Yummy...!!

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We are sending our eldest son Samuel to a Scripture Union holiday this summer for the first time. In fact - he should be there by now; Mr Wibbs was dropping him off as I think I would've found it a little traumatic, to say the least...The way this opportunity became available has God's fingerprints all over it.At the beginning of the summer holidays, or rather two days into them, I was already

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Lovely days can sometimes end in tears. Accompanied by much loud swearing.I went on a date with my man last night... We both made ourselves look nice and I wore pretty flip flops (or 'plip plops' as Ben likes to call them).We ate at the local curry house, a new little restaurant which actually serves a pretty decent Balti - he and I respectively had a beer and a large glass of red wine (can't

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Sun-ripening wild blackberries and little red coxes growing randomly on an apple tree just outside our house...generously waiting to be picked and then made into a delicious apple&blackberry crumble sometime in the next few days.Children sneaking out for an early-morning bounce in their PJs before dancing barefoot back into the house for breakfastRefreshing bite-sized chunks of juicy watermelon

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While i've been busy scouring the Internet-based plethora of property-finding search-engines for the last two days, Sam (8 & 3 quarters)......and his Daddy (a 'tad' older)......took a ferry across to the Isle of Wight......with bikes and rain coats...as well as swimming gear...!(I know I already posted this one yesterday - but I like it. Ok?)...for a special, well planned out (- by Sam; I mean

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So weather-wise we're having a pretty miserable summer. Yet again. Sigh.But as long as I get to sit in the sun for a little while every day, and as long as my boys get to play out instead of in for at least part of the day, as all children should, then I'm happy,Yesterday I sat in a friend's garden and we watched our kids play with sheets drying in the windThe sound of peel after peel of laughter

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This house has just come to my attention, and already I am in love with it....Maybe this one, Lord...?Please? 'Surrender, dear one, surrender''You can trust Him to thwart each plan that should be stopped and to complete each one that results in His greatest glory and your highest good. You can trust Him to lead you down the path that is the very best in this world for you.' (From Streams in the

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"Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don't get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes." (Matt 6v34 - Msg)Yes God!Help me to surrender afresh today.

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Today is a rainy day.It's a day for eating new chocolatey cereals and maple-covered toasted waffles for breakfast.It's a day for watching DVDs all day.It's a day for indoor obstacle courses and treasure hunts.It's a day for getting on with household chores.It's a day for online property-searching.It's a day for donning one's wellies and going out briefly just to splash in a few puddles.It's a day

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I really no longer know what to think anymore. Except that God is asking us to trust in Him. We are also pretty sure of His 'calling' to Devon.And having lost 2 buyers for our house then recently secured a third one, we thought we were finally on the home stretch.Only to find out today that the lovely house we had set our hopes on..., this one:...is now to be someone else's home after all.I wanna

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I am spending too many hours awake at night for my own good these days.I'm really not sure why.There's a combination of factors which aren't helping.1.I'm probably too sensitive to caffeine to be having even one coffee a day, let alone a double shot in the morning (enjoyable though it most definitely is) plus a cup of filtered later on in the day. And that on top of my necessary 2 daily cups of

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While this pile sat there untouched...(ahem)...I went in search of some ingredients...and a tinAnd got busyAnyone guess what's cooking??(...and while you're busy doing that, I'll get on and put that laundry where it needs to be, shall I?...)

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This morning I made cards during a rare two1/2-hour window of blissful solitude... I know, I probably shoulda been reading the Bible and praying, but my hands needed to create. And so did my brain!! And I feel so blessed, rested and fulfilled from that...Ah. God knows me well. And He is so patient, graciously waiting His 'turn' when I should be putting Him first. Somehow, making cards recharges

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...and it's WINTER over there, for crying out loud!!!Our normal British Summer temperatures are lower than theirs are in winter. I'm sitting out at every opportunity in the little bit of sun we are blessed to have, wearing a vest, and actually finding it quite pleasantly warm.So why do my lovely South African friends call it 'freezing' at 21*C...?!? Ha.I'd gladly swap their winter for our

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Ben and I are the perfect team. I make the cappuccino and drink it, he licks my cup clean.That's my boy!!...maybe it's time I made him his own...?Decaf. Obviously.

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Isn't it 'quite a pad'...?!Don't know about you but it gets our seal of approval. (photos shared with permission from NBP, aka 'excited potential buyer of above property', aka 'Bonpapa/Dad' and first-class photographer...think that just about covers it!!)Well let's see what happens.The winds of change are blowing in our 'parts'; the Good Lord is at work and I like it...! :-)

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Somehow, today, She is nowhere to be found. I'm sure there are reasons - including those that women frequently (...indeed monthly...) use as handy excuses - to explain why today She eludes me.Today, the word 'Mummyyyyyyyeeeee' is not falling onto particularly gracious ears. There is not one single demand today which seems a reasonable one.And so we are here: To allow them to let off some steam

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I went for a walk before sunset tonight. The sky was sublime, great big fluffs of pink butter icing floating just above the horizon.And on the other side, the roof of the woods and the fields below were gently silhouetted against an intensifying orange-tinged heaven...(...The photos really don't do it justice - they never do, do they?)And the highlights of the day until then, were as follow:

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I am trying out a new comment system. To find out more about it, go hereAnd lemme know what you think!

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This is what Sam uses my phone for when I'm busy doing my daily exercise classes...Guess there are worse things he could do with it right? ...Guess that was what the stiffled giggles were all about while I was trying to keep my pelvic floor lifted, my abs locked in and my shoulder blades back.

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I love the sense of freedom that comes with saying goodbye to term-time stresses for 6 weeks. No more lunches to prepare and pack, no more rush to get to the school gate on time (ie. 8:58am...ahem...yeah...*embarrassed grin*); and no more apprehensive waits AT the school gate later on in the day, hoping against all hope that Sam might come out telling me he had a 'brilliant' time - yet knowing

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The summer holidays have begun!!!The boys are FREEEEE...!And to mark the occasion, we bought shoes. Summer shoes. For hot weather. For beach days. Shoes bought in hope and anticipation of less grumpy skies...(yes that IS a terrible photograph, it was taken in haste with my iPhone before another downpour... During which said iPhone was indeed left outside) Hmmm. No rain?? That's asking a lot. And

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We had a bit of rain...And some very hot weather:Have a guess which we had more of. And have a guess which was enjoyed more. ...Doesn't make sense does it?!?!Moving on...Michael Jackson died...and this......was Tom's tribute to him, strumming enthusiastically to 'Beat It' on Daddys old tennis racket.Sam decided at some point recently, that Mummy's clothe fit him rather well, to her utter dismay

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