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Maart 27, 2009

Moenie te veel verlang nie…

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kaartMaandag gaan ons see toe. Was so twee jaar laas vir ‘n naweek Margate toe, maar die weer was sleg en ek en my boet het sommer gou al vasgesit en was die naweek maar ietwat onlekker!

cottageDit is al ses maande vandat ek vir ons plek bespreek het in Rocky Pool Guest Cottage en dit lyk na ‘n baie oulike plek. Het ook al ‘n keer of wat met Nicky oor die foon gepraat en ek glo alles sal goed verloop wat verblyf aangetref.

Ek het nie gedink ek sal ooit ons gesin kan see toe vat nie, maar te danke aan ‘n weldoener en baie gebede, kan ek dit doen en is ek so dankbaar teenoor ons Hemelse Vader vir Sy genade.

So, moenie te veel na my verlang nie, as ek terug is sal ek darem ‘n slag weer ordentlik kan blog om op te maak!

Yippee…

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yippeeee

Maart 25, 2009

The four blessed looks:

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Look back and thank God.
Look forward and trust God.
Look around and serve God.
Look within and find God!”


“I asked God, ‘How do I get the best out of life?’


God said, ‘Face your past without regrets. Handle your present with
confidence. And prepare for the future without fear!’”


“Without God, our week is: Mournday, Tearsday, Wasteday, Thirstday,
Fightday, Shatterday and Sinday. So, allow Him to be with you every
day!”


Time is like a river.
You cannot touch the same water twice, because
the flow that has passed will never pass again…”
Enjoy every moment of life.

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Maart 24, 2009

Mothers

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Real Mothers don’t eat quiche;
they don’t have time to make it.

Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils
are probably in the sandbox.

Real Mothers often have sticky floors,
filthy ovens and happy kids.

Real Mothers know that dried play dough
doesn’t come out of carpets.

Real Mothers don’t want to know what
the vacuum just sucked up.

Real Mothers sometimes ask ‘Why me?’
and get their answer when a little
voice says, ‘Because I love you best..’

Real Mothers know that a child’s growth
is not measured by height or years or grade…
It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother…

The Images of Mother

4 YEARS OF AGE – My Mommy can do anything!

8 YEARS OF AGE – My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!

12 YEARS OF AGE – My Mother doesn’t really know quite everything.

14 YEARS OF AGE – Naturally, Mother doesn’t know that, either.

16 YEARS OF AGE – Mother? She’s hopelessly old-fashioned.

18 YEARS OF AGE – That old woman? She’s way out of date!

25 YEARS OF AGE – Well, she might know a little bit about it!

35 YEARS OF AGE – Before we decide, let’s get Mom’s opinion.

45 YEARS OF AGE – Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?

65 YEARS OF AGE – Wish I could talk it over with Mom

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.

It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she
shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

Maart 23, 2009

‘n Sangeres, ‘n kat en ‘n eks…

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Vrydagaand was Catherine Jones op Noot vir Noot. Tog so jammer dat sy nie van haar eie liedjies kon sing nie, maar dan sou niemand seker iets reg kon kry nie omdat sy nog ietwat onbekend is.

p200309_201402p200309_2016Vrydagaand was die laaitie se kat in ‘n vreeslike bui, wou net alles byt wat voorkom en ons het ver van haar weggebly. Shame, gaan vir haar swaar wees om ‘n hele week alleen te moet bly…

p200309_2054p200309_205401Gistermiddag het my laatie se pa weer ‘n rukkie vir hom kom kuier en ek het darem ‘n slag onthou om ‘n foto van hulle te neem. Dit was nou nadat ek hom gebel en gevra het of hy sal kom. Lyk my ek sal nou maar elke twee weke moet bel en hom daaraan herinner dat hy ‘n laaitie het…

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