Welcome to our blog!

This is and will be our family’s story of moving to Ireland, from Derbyshire, and everything that goes with it, amongst other thoughts and stories.

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If you go back to the start of our blog and read, we give our stories so far, our God testimonies and various ponderings. We hope you enjoy this. I (Cathy) have found through this a rediscovered love of words, the word and writing, I love it. I also love interacting with people so please feel free to comment, message, ask questions or just read!

The following scripture is from Revelation 3:20 and reveals what Jesus heart is like:

Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.

This is what he did and does with us and it is what I pray everyone entering this site discovers. He is the best, the most exciting, the one and only God, the reason why we are all here, the reason for living.

Welcome! Welcome! Welcome!

Almost normal service will be resumed..

I’m still in England, staying with family at the moment, going home soon. So the cottage commentary etc will resume at some point soon I would think.

this is me at this moment…

Not much else to say publicly at the moment. Other than God is still in charge and knows what he is doing. However we may feel. He also loves us more than we will ever know whilst still on this earth.

Actually I have got something to say. This belief I have in Jesus, it’s not just a belief and ” ooh isn’t it nice she has something to make her feel better”. It’s true. It’s real. And it’s about time people actually started looking into what they believe and what is true, before it’s too late.

Rant over.

I’m feeling a little delicate at the moment. But I will trust in God and I will see him work in my life and in the lives of those around us. I know this, because he’s already transformed my life over at least the last eleven years.

So back to regular blogging soon my darlings. See you then.

Cathy

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Warning…personal…

I’m feeling a lot of stuff at the moment. A lot of emotion, a lot of pain in my heart about my dad. This is all I’m willing to put up about it really. I really, really miss him, which seems strange in some ways because I moved to Ireland and hadn’t seen him in person for 2 1/2 months, but I miss him, I feel like part of me is gone somehow. I wish I’d seen him, I wish I’d got to him, I wish…But I spoke to him a day or so before which is good. I can still hear his voice when I think about it. I keep seeing his face in my mind’s eye, hearing his voice, saying hello lovely girl. I think I’m okay and then I feel devastated again. It seems impossible that he is gone. I keep asking for him back.

Here’s to all of you who’ve lost someone, we all do and it hurts so much. I suppose the cliche is that when we love, we will also have pain at some point. It’s all part of the cost of loving someone and I’m not giving up love.

We love because he first loved us. (1 John 4:19)

So, what have we been up to?

Where to start today? well, basically whilst I was away in England Chris was really busy doing stuff here so I think I’ll stick to that mainly, today. Whilst we were away he almost finished strimming our field:-

He also got a big delivery of plants to plant, even in the pouring rain:

This was the delivery:

So he planted all those up and they are actually doing really, really well. It’s a bit of an experiment this year, to see what thrives and what doesn’t. We’ve chosen most plants that don’t mind acidic soil and a wet climate but with others such as annual flowers that we will soon sow, we may just give them a try and see what happens. We’ve just ordered our seeds from Higgledy Garden, so we’re very excited to get those soon and hopefully start planting.

We came home, this was how I kept two small children occupied on the plane I’m afraid:

This is back at Knock Airport:

It was good to see Chris and drive home:

Since we got home we have also bought a topper and a box for Chris’s tractor and had them delivered:

Had stones cleared out of the field in order to be able to mow it quickly and without damaging the topper:

This was a large ditch in the field which has been filled with stones and they’ve been buried.

The windows came whilst I was away and have now been fitted over a period of 5 days. Before:

After:

They’ve done an amazing job, and it is so nice to have wind tight windows and door.

Finally, the littlest really enjoyed a trip we had to Smyths at Sligo retail park, we found it a little stressful, but the kids both loved it!

Just a quick word of advice too, if you hire a car, make sure you check it over when you get it, I didn’t and then realised there was a massive scuff. Thankfully, I told them I thought it was from before and they looked and agreed, but I gather not everybody has such a positive experience. I was really stressed when I got to England and didn’t think, but I will next time as it caused worry at a time when I really didn’t need it, but praise God it was fine.

Ta ra for now.

Cathy.

Post Script! – I forgot to put in that we’ve now applied and been approved to have Irish driving licences. So we’ve given in our UK licences! Apparently as residents, if there was a no deal Brexit our licences would be invalid.

That wasn’t the initial reason – the initial reason was that there seems to be no option to have a UK licence with the DVLA and an Irish address so it just seemed sensible to swap. Then when we went to the office with our application, the no deal thing was explained to us. If you’re just visiting from the UK, there will not be any problems, just if you’re resident.

We all have “stuff “

I’ve been thinking a bit this week about this. It’s my dad dying that made me think about it. Unfortunately.

He had “stuff”. I can remember lovely times with him, but also other times. I can remember him being empathetic and so, so loving and caring, but he could also be incredibly blunt and had a temper (more when he was younger).

But you know what, it’s so easy to criticise others. We need to forgive, move on and love them despite or even because of their foibles or wrongdoings (please be clear though I am not talking about staying around an Abusive person/relationship). We need to actually try to see them, the way God sees them.

The only way we can truly forgive and love is through Jesus. He lived, died and rose from the dead to give us the only means of knowing God and spending eternity in paradise with him. He took our punishment for us.

We are all people, “all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God”. All. Not some. All.

Jesus came for the sick, not the well, the people who knew or know or will know that they need him. And we all need him because we all have “stuff”.

Now my dad is gone from here. He’s gone. I know about death, I’ve seen death as a nurse, looked after the dying, understood or thought I understood. But I didn’t. I just thought I did.

I can’t say anything to him now, it’s too late. He isn’t here and we would just so love him to still be where we can see him and talk with him, be with him and I wish I could hug him at least one last time. But I can’t.

Love people, in their weaknesses, in their strengths, in their whatever, just love them. Before it’s too late. Acknowledge the bad but focus on the good. We or at least I need to choose love over offence and love over pride.

Life on this earth seems like everything at the time, but it’s actually incredibly short. Make the most of it, prepare yourself for eternity, choose love. Don’t do the YOLO thing, which seems a code for making excuses to live poorly for short term rewards (that aren’t actually rewards).

And please remember, I’m just a person too… a grieving one at the moment, with an opinion, I just happen to know I’m right on this one….

Cathy

Bye my lovely dad

He died on Monday morning, my lovely dad. He wasn’t always lovely, but that just made him, him. If any of us pretend to be always lovely, then we are lying. I most certainly am not. But he was pretty special.

My dad was straight forward. What you saw was what you you usually got. He could be loud, very loud sometimes, but I can remember it being both embarrassing sometimes but also very loving and caring. One Example being of when I miscarried 5 years ago, he not only acknowledged that fact, but said very loudly it’s horrible isn’t it, how are you doing? And he meant it. That mattered. That was care.

He also would come out if you ever needed him, when I broke my heel, when I was having my daughter, when her dad had an accident and I needed to get to the hospital ASAP at 3am, he was there.

There’s a lot more I could say but I’ll leave it at that for now.

Goodnight dad. I wish you were still here. I love you. We love you. Always.

If you want to pray for anyone, please pray for my mum first and foremost, they were married for 50 years and I cannot imagine what it feels like at the moment.

Thankyou God for my dad.

he’s at the edge of the photo beaming.

not the best photo of me, but he was so happy that day. He also gave the most lovely speech. He spoke about real love and how it’s different to romantic love. He surprised me a lot with that speech.

Bye for now.

Jesus, name above all names

As most people reading this will know, myself and my family have recently moved to the Republic of Ireland. As most people will also know it is a predominantly Catholic part of the world and almost every house you go into has artwork/sacred heart pictures/Jesus on the cross up, amongst other things. As a Christian not actually part of the Catholic group so to speak, I have had a little problem with the fact that they always put Jesus on the cross. As we all know, who know him, he is in fact, risen, alive, no longer on the cross, thus enabling us to have eternal life with God the father, our relationship with him restored.

However, we now have one up in our home, it was a present from a good friend of ours (who is Catholic) quite some time ago (before Chris and myself got together).

And do you know what I’ve come to realise? It was making me uncomfortable, but not for the right reasons. It’s partly because I don’t often want to think about the suffering that Jesus actually endured prior to and on the cross. I love thinking about the new life he has given us, but not always about what he actually suffered in order to give us this new life. And when I realise what he actually did to save me it gives me such a fresh, perspective on what I mean to him and what you mean to him. He went willingly, I must add as well.

Having had the cross up since yesterday, I actually think it is really beautiful and stop to touch it and just look and marvel. I think as an evangelical I can sometimes get so hung up on “new life” that I can almost forget about the process it took to get it. I can also start thinking and wondering (as many do) about the suffering people endure on this earth. But when you actually look at what Jesus endured, physically, mentally and spiritually, for all of mankind I must add… He suffered and he suffered in the most appalling way…I think we can forget that, or at least I know I can put it to the back of my mind sometimes instead of facing it.

I love all the normal everyday “stuff” around this. Jesus comes to us in our normal, everyday lives and gives us new life through his death and resurrection.