Eating Humble Pie?

Further to my recent post on Whinging... yesterday afternoon while Ian, Sean and I were in the garden, a familiar car drove up our street, and quite obviously parked in front of our house. It was her.

Her is the person who I had an interaction (fight? confrontation?) with on Sunday. I referred to her in my previous post as DN (dangerously naive). I went inside and answered the door. Her had a bunch of flowers and a pyrex dish in her hand and a sheepish smile. Great. Here it comes... forgiveness.

We had a good discussion over a cup of tea (yes, I apologised for where I felt I was wrong and that I had hurt her) and we both clarified a few things.

I guess her and I are now the level of colleagues - well, I guess we are. We both want to serve God by bringing others to know the Messiah's love that we know (and clear up a few operational and clerical issues in our Church along the way). I wouldn't say we're friends, but I don't hate her and I know that I can love her.

By the way, after Sean was in bed and we heated up our part of the pyrex-clad offering, Ian turned to me and suggested that it may have been humble pie. I felt my heart rate go up and the pit of my stomach tighten... "here we go" I thought.... Isn't forgiveness a bitter pill to swallow...

Kath xo
PS It was actually shepherds/cottage pie - humble pie is actually a sweet dish (thank you internet). K

This N That...

Most of you know how much I love my son. Some of you know how much I love Wednesdays when a wonderful woman called Wendy looks after my son (she's a dynamo!) as well as four other tots.

Today was no different in the land of Wednesday. I dropped Sean off at Wendy's, bought the paper and went for my coffee (skim latte this morning) at Perenti. Watching the world go by in almost silence... hmmmm

K :)

Whinging about Whinging...

Further to Barb's recent post (link to her blog on right) I have to say that there is a lot of whinging in the Church. Just as bad (and damaging) is the non-whinging. What do I mean by that? Well it's when people don't say anything or do anything about bad situations. Why am I saying this? Because I felt more than a few (needed) "ouch-es" when I read Barb's blog.

My lack of speaking up (and whinging to Ian and a couple of close friends) culminated to an almost yelling match (with admittedly someone I don't particularly like) on Sunday morning.

This person was wrong in my eyes with what caused my whinging (and even anger), but I should have been bigger than them and nipped it in the bud earlier, which makes me equally as wrong.

Had it not been for two others who were also victims to this person's living in a blissfully (and dangerously) naive existence, I think many of you would have heard me yelling from Sydney.

The verdict? Thankfully God chose my words, so my point was put across, but had it been left soley up to me, I wouldn't have been happy until the dn (dangerously naive) person was in tears. Yep, I'm a bitch - that's why I need God.

Kath :)

The Waterboy(s)...

Mum's Pilates again this morning. It was great because we had a babysitter (thanks J!) to look after the little 'uns. Sean and his buddies decided to play musical waterbottles which was funny, but when I had a drink (yes, it was my bottle) I distinctly tasted Jatz - hmmm... I think they took some free samples...

KYB tonight... please pray that I am prepared - spiritually, mentally and have patience...

Kath :)
Watching: Not much
Dislikes: David Tench, Germaine Greer and batty old busy-bodies!
Likes: The Smithy storyline on The Bill (okay, I've had spoilers), Jamie Oliver in Oz...

I Love You... and Sew Bad!

Sean has done it again! This time we were wishing Ian's Mum Happy Birthday, and when I put Sean on the phone again to talk to Nanna he said "I love you". I think this may have been the best present she has received.

On a less happy note, I went to the sewing shop in town today and was chatting to the ladies who own/work there. We were talking about prices and the subject got to nappies. These two women basically couldn't believe that I didn't use cloth nappies and that their children were toilet trained by the time they were 1 - I nearly cried. I can't remember the last time someone made me feel so awful. I can say for certain that Spotlight will be getting my business from now on, even though it's an hour's drive away.

Kath xo