Where will you find Him?

Posted on November 30, 2006
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This is the Church Advertising Agencies Christmas campaign picture for 2006 - what do you think?
christmas 2006

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The truth about Kermit

Posted on November 30, 2006
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Very funny! I got this from my friend Tammy.

Kermit

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A hug from God

Posted on November 27, 2006
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I’ve had an up and down few days, this has been a real test for me, because usually I escape to the beach for a while to clear my head etc. As the nearest coatal point is now about a one hour and three quarters drive away, I have not been able to do that. I’ve done the next best thing … had a good cry. I really felt like God was saying to me that he wanted to give me a hug. Whenever Jonathan gives me a hug I feel safe, secure and loved. I was thinking God I would really love to sink into your arms right now, imagine how a hug from God must feel, I’d never want to let go. I kind of feel like he did give me a “spiritual hug”, because suddenly my world seemed a lot better. Now we are at what I consider to be the worst point of the day. Ben, who is possibly on the ASD, will not go to bed. He generally hits the sack at about 10.30pm these days. Jonathan and I really need some time on our own. I think we will probably ask the Paediatrician for some Melatonin when we next visit.

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Chi Pet

Posted on November 27, 2006
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I found a widget on the Mac called a Chi Pet, so I downloaded it, and have been attempting to keep it alive! I’m failing dismally at the moment! I’m so pleased that Ben and Grace are not into those Tamagotchi things!

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Tears and Joy

Posted on November 19, 2006
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Some of you will know that our son has learning difficulties. We took him to the Paediatrician here at the beginning of the week, to receive some news which we really weren’t prepared for. We fully expected to have the same “Well, we’ll keep an eye on him and see you again in six months” conversation which we always seem to have with the specialists. This time they were talking diagnosis. Part of me will “believe it when I see it” and the other half of me is “Yes, finally, we’re getting somewhere - I might be able to understand what goes on in my little boys head”. I have an up and down week emotionally because of this. I went to my bookshelf and started to re-read a book I brought a few years ago called “A Special Kind of Love” by Susan Titus Osborn and Janet Lynn Mitchell. I was reminded that God chose us to be Ben’s parents with our talents, abilities, temperament and inadequacies knowing that we were perfect for the job. It’s good to remember this as sometimes I feel like I’m making a big mess of it all. I will never forget when Ben was 3 and his Health Visitor was doing a routine 3 year check, when she looked at me and said “I think there is something wrong with your son.” The following poem is by a mother whose son has similar difficulties to Ben.

The Plan

We had a plan for you before you were born.
You’d be the best that each of us had to offer -
Dad’s teeth and Mum’s toes,
Dad’s grades and Mum’s grace.
You were our little package of possibilities.

We watched you grow into a boy who liked construction,
Who had a bent for figuring things out.
Your favourite video was Hard Hat Harry,
And your favourite activity was building things,
Out of anything,
From sofa cushions to the dinner entree.

We weren’t prepared for the June morning
That shook the foundations of who we thought you were.
The report and the professionals who delivered it
Brought our perceptions tumbling down around us.

What did it all mean?
What was it you couldn’t do, you
Whom we thought could do anything?

When the dust cleared,
We began to sift through the rubble,
Finding the bits we could keep and disgarding the rest.
What remained was a boy who liked construction,
Who had a bent for figuring things out,
Whose favourite TV show was Nova,
Whose favourite thing was building things,
Out of anything,
From Mad Science projects to the sand at the beach.

Slowly, carefully, we began to rebuild
Selecting this, rejecting that,
Using new materials to build the scaffolding that would support you
While you reached for the sky

God had a plan for youbefore you were born.
You’d be the best that he had to offer.

(c) Charlene.A.Derby

That’s really our job, to build the scaffolding and support Ben as he reaches to be the best that he can be. He is one of our precious gifts from God, the other is Grace.

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