Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Thursday, February 23, 2023

New Beginings


Our Wedding Day

 

We got Married at the end of August last year.

My nerves flowed through my body as I prepared to walk down the aisle.

Mum and Dad linked arms with me 'it's time'

 

Heart so full of love and beating strong in my chest, limbs shaking, and absolutely certain.

As soon as I saw my husband and my hands were in his, I calmed, as he held my hands and he had to stop my launching myself to embrace him and kiss him there and then.

 

Looking into his eyes I felt so safe and full of joy, bubbling up with laughter and overflowing with gratitude, for making it to this day together. 

Standing there with our friends and family around us and me in the dress my Mum had lovingly made, with jewellery from each matriarch of my family (me being the 3rd women of Mum's side to wear the pendant bracelet). I had eaten Weetabix and banana that morning, remembering my morning breakfasts with my Auntie Anne, often before a bush walk, and how pleased she would have been to meet the man holding my hands.

 

And as we sang 'How Great Thou Art' together with our friends and family I felt that I could not have picked a better one for this beautiful day with the gum trees around us, all in bright colours and native flowers around us. 

 

Vows exchanged, lips connected, and it felt so good to hold my husband that I didn't want to stop and told him so, he replied 'we have to stop sometime!' with a big grin on his face.

His whole demeaner showing me just how deeply he loved me right back. 

 

We sat with our bridal party and one of my bridesmaids held my bouquet (apparently she wanted to give it back to me as it was heavy), I didn't focus that well on what our minister was saying, as I clasped the hands of, and lent against my strong, gentle and kind husband, and appreciated the brief talk on our bible passages we'd chosen. 

 

Proverbs 18:22 'The man who finds himself a wife finds a treasure, and he receives favour from the Lord' NLT chosen by my husband

 

Colossians 3:12-17 'Since God chose you to be a holy people he loves, you must clothe yourselves with tender-hearted mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. Make allowance for each other’s faults and forgive anyone who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others. 

Above all, clothe yourselves with love, which binds us all together in perfect harmony. And let the peace that comes from Christ rule in your hearts. For as members of one body, you are called to live in peace. And always be thankful. 

Let the message about Christ, in all its richness, fill your lives. Teach and counsel each other with all the wisdom he gives. Sing psalms and hymns, and spiritual songs to God with thankful hearts. 

And whatever you do or say, do it as a representative of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through him to God the Father.'

 

We signed the paperwork with my Auntie Sue and His Uncle Alex, as my brother and his wife sang and Andy played the guitar, for the hymn 'Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing'.

 

Then we were officially Mr and Mrs Lampa! 

When we re-entered after the bridal party there was cheering, delicious food, speeches of thankfulness, laughter and storytelling, dancing, cutting of the cake (made wonderfully by Elijah's cousin Hazel).

Then we drove out as everyone blew bubbles and shared in our joy.

 

It was over in 6hrs. The first day of what I hope and pray will be a glorious and blessed marriage.

 

Our Honeymoon

We went to Hamilton Island.

Sea, sand, mountains, animals, and artwork.

Snorkelling, visiting animals, and the art gallery, and eating by the sea.

We walked around the Island and took the time to bereave out together.

 

At the end I climbed the mountain.

I looked out at the islands and the sea and sang praises and thankfulness to God my Father.

For our wonderful friends and family that had helped us in the lead up, and on our wedding day.

Most especially for being blessed to have such a wonderfully husband who knows how to calm me down and make me laugh every day. And for our new expanded family.

 

Everyone is so deer to us and I will always remember those who came to my kitchen tea and being sung the Lewis Bridal song by members of my Gaelic choir, and all the wise words, hugs and thoughtful notes with the recipe book in my bookshelf.

 

I was a good honeymoon. Time well spent.

 


Our Big Friendly Giant 

When we got home, we pre-pared to bring home a new member of our family.

He had been chosen for us by Greyhound rescue.

We took a photo of Toe Beans space once we had shopped for him (bed, toys, and blankets).

The day after we went to meet him.

He warmed up to us quickly and was wagging his tail as he picked out a toy, after we signed the paperwork, and got him some bowls, treats, and a Hound Tee.

We had a borrow and send back his harness because the ones in the little shop didn't fit him.

The lovely kennel manager helped us bring him to the car and showed us how to secure him using his lead. Everyone wanted to say their goodbyes to our sweet boy, who they had all helped to heal from racing and get ready for his family (us!).

After his first roach, (when he lay on his back with his legs in the air), I took him for his first walk.

 

Seven months in, he snuggles on the couch with us, is very vocal and wags his tail even in his sleep, and rubs his head against us when we come home from works. He roaches a LOT! 

It's so wonderful to know that when he received neglect of his health and wellbeing, by the racing industry, for the first 5 and a half years of his life, he has been saved to be loved and cherished, safe with his new family,

Greyhound rescue matched him with us and saved him.

We could be more grateful for the fact that they, and others like them, (those that recued and cared for my parents abused greyhound Bree - a beautiful black and white girl), give these dogs a new life.

 

Where they are free from abuse and are loved and appreciated.

 

The way they always should have been 

 

Proverbs 31:8

 

'Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves. 

ensure justice for those being crushed'

 

My prayer is as we continue to share in our life together we will keep looking out and caring for others, and that God may continue to bless us with the opportunity to change lives for the better. 

 




Wednesday, December 15, 2021

How Precious

Dedication: for some beloved friends of mine and their precious son.

How precious is a moment.
When tiny infant is dying.
When you say goodbye.
Times when sleep avades you.

This is when we treasure most.
Our memmories...
We fully absorb each moment.
For while they don't last forever...

In recolection they last for a time.
Memmory is such a gift.
Perhaps that is why Dementia is so painful.
The gift is taken away.

But it is something shared stroungly by others.
When one forgets, another recalls.
All stand together, sharing these moments.
One that I will hold dear is that of little Daniel.

A little star that shined who's light is held and will not be forgoten.
This poem is for him and his parents and family.
May we not forget that he lived and was so loved.
Let us share in the preious memmory of little Daniel. 



Saturday, July 18, 2020

A friend named Grief

Grief is different for everyone
Grief is shaped by why it has come
Grief is nesscessary to allow for healing.
Grief can hurt without limit.
Grief takes awhile to get used to.
Grief can be there as long as is needed.
Grief takes sometime to befriend.

Grief, I was avoiding, dreading your arrival.
But now I see you, standing before me.
You hurt me to repair me.
Like a dislocated limb being put back in place.
There is a sudden jolt of the bone, as it is put back in.
The people around me help me to go through the motions.

The dislocation will have always happened.
Yet with it, my strength has grown as love is shown.
At one time or another, we have all known you Grief.
So we are there for oneanother, through your visits.
If we did not experiance and learn to accept your presence...
We would not be full human beings.
Even Jesus wept. Fully God and fully man, he wept.

Together we can learn to say the words:
'Thanks for coming Grief. I know you better now.
Untill we meet again...'

Thursday, April 16, 2020

The Disciples

The Disciples
Here they wait on Easter Saturday.
They are huddled together in silence.
What will happen next?

They question in the darkness.
Will he rise? Really?
Did he really say, 'I will rise in three days'?

But that was the devil whispering.
Like he did many a time before.
Yet this time he is whimpering.

If you listen, you hear him.
As he is slowly crushed by the foot of the one above him.
We stand and sit in awe of Jesus, the one who will crush the devil.

Jesus... the one who rose again.
The one who keeps his promises.
So, it will be as God promised in the beginning.

As it says in Genesis 3:15
'he will crush your head and
you will strike his heal.'

'Really?' is not going to convince God's people.
We stand or sit together, virtually, or otherwise.
Believing that our Lord Jesus will return.

We fight together, in his name.
Each time we love and trust God, we see you.
As the powerless worm you are.

We all know that God has a plan.
One day he will return and make all anew.
He will BOOM! You can only whisper.

Sunday, February 2, 2020

Feel

All of it. Pain, sorrow, not only yours but others.
So deep it wounds you.

But... if I did not feel...
How would I know?

To just hold, stroke, speak gently.
Be present and give all attention.

Till you find the pain bearable.
For I bear it with you.

Truly sorry that someone I
care about is in such pain.

So... thank you God.
For allowing me to feel.

To feel a little like you did.
When you bore all our pain.




“Come, Mr. Frodo!' he cried. 'I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you.”


― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Fire Extinguisher

-Dedication: To all the Fire Fighters in NSW... thank you.-

Flames. Any kind.
Easy to exacerbate. Easy to create. 
But hard to tame. 
How do you lessen a flame?

It takes time to quell.
Why? Because fire is powerful.
Angry fire, boiling emotions.
Fire is real, hot, and decimates fast.

How to make still? Still enough to quench?
We'll need resources: patience, time, respect.
A clear head and a calm presence.
Let it still and slowly soften the flame.

It is love.
 Love that gives what is needed.
To save relationships, treasures and life.
The willingness to fight back  the flames.

So thank you to firefights of NSW.
Those who put themselves at risk,
to save others, often strangers.  
Thank you for showing us bravery. 

For your example we can find courage to fight.
To fight flames of anger and powerful emotions. 
To help others fight internal flames.
To say 'hey, let's take a breath together'. 

Because if a fire-fighter can stand up to flames...
Then so must I. 
With you by my side. 
Luke 18: "For nothing is impossible with God"











Monday, August 26, 2019

Happiness


Happiness is complicated.
It’s superficial. Laughing to stave off pain.
It’s genuine. Being grateful, content with the simple.

Happiness is both unexpected and the result of search.
But how is happiness possible?

Happiness. Don’t give up the search.
Like a sliver of gold amongst quartz.
Work, people you’re close to, long walks…

Share your happiness. Where do you find it?
What motivates you to get up and sift through sadness?
And what are the things that make it worth it?

Mine is hope. Hope that even though life can suck…
God is always there to guide me and give me joy, peace and rest.

Happiness.

Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Simple Words

I wrote this after I prayed for the first time in a long while. I had been unable to form the words. Then I remembered that God didn't need me to use elaborate sentences... just simple words. 

I'm sorry Lord.

I haven't spoken.

Kept my distress.

Thought faith unimportant.

Father I was wrong.

Sobbing without you.

It was wrong to turn away.

Today you tapped my shoulder.

"Are you okay, my daughter?"

"No." I broke down.

"I am shattered."

Exhausted, in his arms I rest.

"I thought I had lost you!"

"No. You were always in my hands."

"Oh... I forgot."

"I missed you, Abba Father."

"I'm sorry. Will you lead me back always?"

"Yes. Always. Remember?"

..."It is finished."


And I can almost hear God adding:" I love you- my goose".