Amazed & Confused

My Hero

Yesterday I was in London for an IAM5 planning meeting when I had the bright idea of ringing my Dad to see if by chance he was in the city.  I was delighted to find, when I interrupted him in a government meeting (woops!), that he was, and met him at 5.30 in Trafalgar square...

Fairwell sweet Jojo!

Sob! Goodbye my dear friend.  Thank you so much for having me this weekend.  I loved just hanging out and re-affirming that fact that we could talk for England (or Wales for that matter).  Highlights include...

Proxy Christmas!

Last Thursday, for the American population of the world, was Thanksgiving.  Extended families gathered around a horrendous amount of food and stuffed themselves silly, all in the name of thankfulness!  In Chi we like to do things a little differently and co-incidentally this years thanks giving fell on Proxy Christmas... 

Josephine!

Watch out Wales Josephine and Carla are here for the weekend! (Erm, well, Josephine's been here for 3 years so bad Wales if you haven't noticed.)  If Chichester seems a colder place today, it is obviously missing my absence... hmm enough self gratification for one post.

I am indeed in Cardiff visiting Jojo at her spiritual home (H&M) and partaking in bonding activities (pastries and sliding doors).  It's great to catch up as I have (hands up) been appalling at coming to visit such an important person in my life (two times in three years, bad Carla).  I'm sorry for the online silence but I've much to tell you all when I get back,

Love xc

Congrats Krister & Resa!

Wow - guys you did it! You two must be the most rock 'n' roll people I know!  For those of you who are unaware, there was a massive step forward for American-Swedish relations last week when Krister Daven wed Resa Guiterez on a Greek Hill as the sun set.

Cick on the pics!  Resa, you look fabulous!  Krister - very dashing mate.  I pray God blesses you loads in the coming months and years.  Enjoy your prolonged honey moon travelling the world.  I can't wait to catch up with you both when you get back.

The Five People You Meet in Heaven

"Time", the Captain said, "is not what you think." He sat that down next to Eddie.  "Dying?  Not the end of everything.  We think it is.  But what happens on earth is only the beginning."

Eddie looked lost.

Eats, Shoots & Leaves

"Having grown up as readers of the printed word (and possibly even scribblers in the margins), we may take for granted the processes involved in the traditional activity of reading - so let us remind ourselves.  The printed word is presented to us in a linear way, with syntax supreme in conveying the sense of the words in their order.  We read privately, mentally listening to the writers voice and translating the writers thoughts. 

Benny Boy's Birthday!

Hurrah, and hurrah again for the lovely, generous and faithful Benjamin McIntyre who will turn the respectable age of 27 tomorrow. Seeing as tomorrow is Monday (boo) and today is Sunday (yay) the Chichester massive (Sven, Ben T, Charlotte, Bex, Ben M, Smiles, Ruthy, Matt H and I) decided we should celebrate with a gloriously muddy walk up, down and around Bignor hill. There's something delightful in being old enough to decide that you want to go and get as muddy as possible, no-one can tell you off! (Keep reading to see just how muddy we got!)

Once upon a Saturday...

This weekend has been wonderfully relaxing! I decided to begin outworking a slower pace of life by re-charging my favourite way... lots of stories. 11am Saturday, Helen and I snuck away and guiltily watched The Princess Diaries 2 (I am well aware that whatever kudos I may have with any of you may be down the drain now but I really enjoyed it and Julie Andrews rocks no matter how old you are.) So what if we were the only people in there over the age of 12! Pure, undemanding, entertaining fun. Next I meandered in the rain, bought some lovely shelves that I'm going to have to recruit someone to help me put up and went home to tidy my room and do all those little things I never have time for.

Sabbath

Had a mild panic attack yesterday when I worked out my work load for the coming months.  Pesky enthusiasm getting me involved in lots of projects, note to self, by a leash.  As I looked from my to do list to my inbox (of 150 emails) and back again a niggling voice in the back of my head started to holler "surely there's a better way!"

Jesus had a lot to do in the three years, he performed miracles and changed lives.  Sometimes he worked when everyone said he should stop and other times he moved away from needy crowds for time with his Father.  Sometimes I think that if Jesus had more than 3 years he may have burnt out, but, being the font of much wisdom I decided to get into bed at 10pm (oh yeah, I'm getting boring and old) and look at what the bible says about rhythm and rest...