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  If this is your first time joining us on our jolly jaunt through Advent you are so very welcome and thank you.  If you have been reading these for the past nine years ( can you believe it??!!) then your long service medal is in the post 😇





Im going to try really hard to steer clear of the Covid word in the coming weeks.  We've all had enough of it already, and the whole point of these pages is to focus our eyes on the things that are above. So if you see me straying into virus territory please feel free to give me a nudge and get me back on track 😁

This post is just going to be a small insight into what to expect and what is going through my mind today as I launch into another season of listening to God and trying to communicate what I think He is saying to me.  Its terrifying actually.  All this week Ive been gearing myself up to face the very real pressure of coming up with something significant/entertaining/insightful to share each day.  Because I know fine well that at some point I will have nothing to say.  The door will be closed and God's phone will go to voicemail and I will be left sweating - which of course is part of the purpose of writing this blog.  It makes me more desperate to hear, more willing to seek, more frantic at knocking.  Ive got a deadline to meet.  Why do I do this to myself??  Aaarrggh!  😄

Over the years the blog has taken different formats.  I've done the ' bible study' thing, looking at different verses to do with the Bible's epic first Christmas.  I've used other peoples resources to help inspire me.  But over the years I've discovered that really what works best is when I just try to listen and watch really hard for what God is saying and doing in my ordinary mundane life and then tell you about it.  I do try to reference Bible verses where appropriate, but I have to confess I'm relying on your own abilities to join the dots and fill in the blanks sometimes.  You are all seasoned ( old) Christians ( for the most part) You dont need bread and milk - Im asking God for meat and three veg :) Its good to be stretched.

Please feel free to comment, disagree, add, interpret in the comments under the facebook posts.  We all have nuggets of gold to add to the discussion.  And I'm learning to listen along with all of you and sometimes don't get things quite right or express things in the best way.

Tomorrow we shall make a proper start - and right now God is talking to me about names.  Your name is important.  Chew on that overnight and I'll see you tomorrow .





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