Here I am again..

Last time I did this picture (or similar):

it was in March and I’d come over for my dad’s funeral. It’s now September and we’ve been over for just over a week to see my mum and family and friends. It’s a lot warmer than it was in March.. It’s been a cracking week both weather wise and in seeing certain places and people too. So thank you God for that. So much .. It’s been a good break.

We’re returning soon, so there should be some more blogging and thoughts then.

Here’s a selection from the week:

couldn’t have asked for better.


9 months and a day…

It seems strange to think we’ve been here about the same time as a pregnancy. It’s going very quickly.

Over the last week we’ve had an outdoor baptism in a lake, which was awesome. Worshipping outside is always cool but the baptism itself was a real privilege to be part of.

At home, Chris has prepared the back for the poly tunnel. We’re waiting now for concrete etc to be delivered before putting it up.

We actually have a bit of produce, the carrots are ready and some of the beetroot are finally ready and we’ve been eating both. J keeps going and getting carrots, washing them under the outdoor tap and then eating them straight away. The potatoes were a complete failure this year, but the peas and broccoli have been quite prolific.

We’ve acquired a kitten, he was lost and came to our house, he did have owners but they’ve let us have him. He’s very pretty. J is fairly obsessed with him at the moment.

And poor Chris got something in his eye on Thursday and we had to go to Sligo hospital to get it removed, then we had to return today for it to be checked and then he has one more (we hope) check later this week. It’s a lot less painful than it was which is a good sign. We now have medical cards, which I’m very glad about because it meant the treatment was free. Apparently there’s a flat rate of €100 to show up at accident and emergency, I’m not sure how it works after that, for extra treatment etc.

There’s quite a lot more I could talk about really, but I’ll leave it there for now. I think it’s going to be a fairly busy week this week so have a good one yourselves!

This is one I and probably a lot of people need to obey and believe at the moment. We were reading it earlier:

Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble. (Matthew 6:34).


and pray.

The week…

It’s been quite a week. J started pre-school and after saying he didn’t want to go and that he hated it, actually absolutely loved it. I was so pleased!

Our kitchen ceiling got plastered –

It’s a relief because we can get on with sorting out downstairs now. And I think, maybe, we can do the rest of the work ourselves.

It’s rained just about every day, with a severe weather warning for rain today. So yesterday I went with our youngest boy to a local trampoline place to test it out with just one of them. They do a toddler time from 11-12. It was really good, so we went back today with J as well. It was really good to go somewhere like that. I think I’ve said before that I’m not a huge fan of traditional toddler groups but that was good. They even have two basketball hoops up at the end, I did have a go too.

Next up is probably swimming, go with the little one before venturing in with both of them. We haven’t been yet so I don’t know what to expect. You have to wear swim hats over here. So I’ll have to get the boys prepared to wear them. I don’t think I’ve actually ever worn one before either. That should be fun, getting all my hair in a swim cap…!

Anyway, just a quick update. No longer feeling all disconnected or woolly, so praise God for that and for people praying for me.

Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working. (James 5:16)


Bye for now.


Scratch card anyone?

So we went up to Northern Ireland again this week, twice actually. And I went to a petrol station, I went in, got a coffee (huge treat for me, I love getting takeaway coffee) and then went to the counter after getting the attendant in a fluster because the vanilla dispenser wasn’t working. I compromised. I had caramel. Anyway!

I stood there on the opposite side of the scratch cards and said oh yes, number 2 as well please, she then got me a number 2 scratch card instead of ringing in pump number 2 while I looked on with bewilderment (I never get scratch cards). So me being English (maybe) And also not wanting to look stupid or embarrass her, decided not to make a fuss. But I couldn’t possibly say pump number 2 now so I just mumbled “25 petrol as well”. “What?” 25 petrol, it’s there (vague pointing to car) and paid and left.

The upside is I found the whole situation hilarious and that I won my scratch card money back. I was also slightly curious whether I’d win millions too… I didn’t, but a fiver back is good enough 😬.

It’s sometimes a language/accent barrier, but I think this time was just a general misunderstanding. I think…

I went out!

I went out (on my own!) today, for only the second time since we came here in December. The first time doesn’t count because it was to Aldi one evening.

It was sooooo good. I also got my hair cut for the first time since we got here. (That was the purpose of the trip out). That is also soooo good. I’d cut the ends off myself a month or so ago, but it was a bit uneven 😂.

I went out on my own. It was awesome. I talked to God without interruption, I listened. I thought, I looked at things. It was gooooood.

I have underestimated the power of this sort of break. It was about 2 1/2 hours and it really was needed.

I talked to an adult on my own. I am actually an individual.. not just a mum and wife. Now, don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love my kids.. But! In 4 years I have never really had any time to myself. Just been with them.. and it wears you out!

Take a break and then go back is now my advice… haha.

Hello!! (Please no comments about ooh it looks lovely (or not))

See you soon!



A friend just made me think. He said his prayer was that people would meet Jesus through him. I thought, that’s great. Then I thought, hang on, that used to be my prayer. What happened to that?

The thing is, it still is when I think about it, I just haven’t been praying it. My greatest longing is for people to know God, to live their lives for Him and with Him. For Him to call them and heal them.

But somehow, somewhere along the way over the past year, I almost disqualified myself from showing Jesus. Somewhere in the pain of separation and bereavement, in the loneliness and stress of a new place, in taking on and believing lies about myself through what others have said, in the way I’ve sometimes reacted to stuff, in thoughts I’ve had… I disqualified this, like people couldn’t meet Him through me.

Well they can and they will. His spirit lives in me, they or you, meet him every time you meet me or anyone who belongs to Jesus. He also works through pain and darkness and brings us into his glorious light.

And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.

Romans 8:28

He is good, He loves you more than you could ever imagine.

Taste and see that the Lord is good, Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him!

Psalm 34:8

Growth is also good!

Birth pains.

Warning – birth story – not graphic but still a birth story. Stop now if you don’t like them.

It’s our littlest one’s birthday soon and it got me thinking about his birth. I don’t often do that but I found it quite nice to look back. Especially as I won’t be doing another one.

There was also a couple of moments of comedy gold in there. The main one being that when the midwives got to me, I was stood frozen (unable to move) in the middle of the living room, sweating cobs (a lot) with my dress up around my waist shouting “help’ to them. And did the almost expected thing of saying I’d changed my mind. The midwife was brilliant, she took hold of me and just said “blow it away, blow that pain away”. I did, and prayed. I was glad they turned up quickly. I nearly left the phone call too late. At that point, Chris wasn’t there, he’d taken J up to his parents house. When he got back I had littlest more or less within ten minutes of him returning.

Earlier on had been beautiful. I was in early labour in the early hours of the morning and I’d been outside in the yard looking up at the stars. I couldn’t go back to bed because every time I laid down next to Chris, some more waters leaked out. I’d also done that thing again of going ‘oh if it’s like this I’ll sail through it’.

Anyway, I had him at home because I had been determined to and that was good but I then had to go in an ambulance to hospital as they said I’d lost a lot of blood (turned out I was ok). I must’ve been high on birth hormones or something because I just thought it was all very exciting. I hadn’t had any drugs so it couldn’t have been that. Mind, I do like a bit of excitement..

And so we had our enigmatic littlest. Who is headstrong but amenable, happy, yet so loud when he is upset. He also loves his food (and J) very much and has totally got the knack now of sinking to the floor like a lead balloon when he doesn’t want picking up or moving. He’s a very funny little boy and we are very thankful for him, as we are for all our children.

Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.

Psalm 127:3-5

It didn’t turn out how I planned. But that’s the thing, it didn’t have to. My role was to trust God. To pray and trust myself to the people God had placed around us. Also, because I was rushed off I didn’t have to clean up for once 😂 bonus…