So many things...

So lately my minds been a blur, a complete storm cloud just floating around up there. So I thought I'd share a few thoughts with you, in hope that it gives me some clarity.


I've been thinking about my future after the end of this year and where exactly God's taking me. I feel very passionately about youth and children's ministry and would love to be a Christian Pastoral Support worker (formerly known as a chaplain). But then I wounder am I good enough for a position like that would I help or hinder Gods mission in this world, In this job. Or am I just over thinking it all or worse under thinking it all. As I said earlier a storm cloud of thoughts.


We went to the Sons of Korah concert the other night... And it was fantastic by the way, bought the DVD, met the guys and got their autographs; over all a great night.
There style of music, although unique and fantastic reminded me very much so of Harold.
For those of you who don't know Harold, he was my step Grandad. But he meant more to me then just a step grandparent. Harold taught me my first chords on the guitar, how to make a backyard sun dial, he used to teach me about plants and birds and he would tell stories about his ever so interesting past. We would make all sorts of contraptions from scrap bits of wood in his shed, take long walks through out the countryside of Gladstone (where Nana and Harold used to live), and make back yard put-put with an old tin and a golf ball. Harold was beloved by his family and all who knew him.
This list by its self not so sad in fact its quiet a happy and fun list, however the sad part is that this time last year Harold went to be with our Lord and Saviour. I know hes in a better place but it doesn't mean I don't miss him.


Looking back this time last year was a sad and hectic time for me and my family.

Shortly after Harold passed on Christopher did also. Christopher was my cousins beautiful baby boy. He was just 5 months old when he went to be with Harold in heaven.

Just to throw a little more drama in the mix Dad went into hospital for his surgery. As I have blogged about previously.


So to make the big fat fuzzy confusion and emotion that happens to be my being at this particular time, just that little bit blurrier I'm so messed up with these feeling about a guy. I don't want to be the girl who can't function without a guy in fact I'm not that girl. But just when I think I'm ok and can 'move on' so to speak; he appears again and manages to tip the boat so we all end up wet and dripping and to pick our lives back up and go on.


I think that's just about everything in the stormy cloud of mine. so on that note I'll go.