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Tuesday 27 October 2015

Visited a day care yesterday and this was on the wall. I thought it was so cute. Plus I saw lost of hugs. Some people just know how to make kids feel loved. 

I had to laugh though because it sounds like good advice when looking after kids because hugs fix everything.

Sunday 25 October 2015

Traffic

So I was diving to work on Thursday and it was cool traffic is good...Wait maybe not. How nice an accident. It took me 1.5 hours to get to work. I was sick of driving at snails pass by then. On the way home is was looking forward to a nice drive. I worked until 6 so traffic would be pretty light, but alas and alack there just had to be another accident. So after driving 3 hours like a snail in total I was about to explode. As you can imagine, so please crazy people drive like humans.

Traffic
Lovely traffic
Or maybe just not
Do you know how fun
O how fun it is
To drive 30km
At 20km an hour
Traffic 
O traffic
Really nothing can say
How much I love you
You make me feel 
Like a slow slow snail
O what fun
For I have always
Wanted to be
A snail
A wee snail
Crawling of to work
I think its time
People drove right
Not crashing and making
O making me a snail.
I think I would rather
Not be a snail 
Unless you want

To be one to.
JH

Tuesday 20 October 2015

Summers coming

A little blab about the weather lately.
 Beautiful weather I would have to say.


Sky, O sky
So blue so beautiful
Not a cloud 
My eyes can see
O sky 
What blueness
Blue to the very edge
The shy so blue
The wind so soft
The sun upon my back
Sun, O sun
What bliss to feel
Feel that heat of yours
Upon my head
Upon my arms
Warming me
To my very bones
How I love
That summers coming
JH
20-10-15


Wednesday 14 October 2015

Life

Its been a while since I talked about life.
Its not something I am very good at I would have to say. For it goes by to quickly and there is never enough time to write about it.
At the moment I am almost finished study (PORSE nanny internship) Very scary in a way. I am loving it to pieces and finding it far easier than I though. You would have to be pretty dumb to not get it. So I have like 6 weeks left of books. Fun, fun, fun, it will be good that they are all done but kinda sad to, as they are a lot of fun. (Even when you can't spell anything, health and safety are the worst) I have learnt a lot and refreshed my mind just as much also. The practical side of it (21 hours of in-home work with a family) Is just the best. Like there can be nothing better than a cute (well most of the time cute) kid. I look after a little girl who is very nearly 3. Its amazing how much she has grown since I stated back in July. She has turned into a little girl before my eyes. She loves dressing up and dancing, but best of all has quite a sense of humor and goes crazy at times with it. Just like me. She has started being a copy cat, (Cuteness attack) We were eating afternoon tea yesterday and whatever I picked up to eat she would eat and when ever I had a drink she would do the same. Sweet girl she is. They are going away for 5 weeks soon and I am going to miss her to much
Anyway...before I boar (Wrong boar I'm sure...but hey its spelled right) you I will talk about other things.
Over the weekend I went up to Whanganui with the family for a friends 18th. So much fun!!!
Now I better start at the beginning. So we left late Saturday morning after my big sister had opened her birthday prezzies. I got to drive :-) because Dada had massive sinus headache and Mum don't dive distant. So I got to try and not kill everybody driving a beast of a van stuffed full of people and stuff. (Mum always takes sooooo much stuff) all the way to Bulls (then Dad drove) We got there in one piece after I made everything fly at the end of our street by not applying the brakes not soon enough; Me bad! So we arrived mid afternoon after I had sushi for lunch..yum, yum..and did the stranded things you do when you arrive at a destination. After diner it was party time. And this was not any party...it was a (English Country) Dance party. So basically I got to do what I love and dance the night away. Having loads of fun just dancing away with a butch of people that I didn't know (well most of them) Trying to hold conversations with some of them was horribly hilarious, but others was like people tell me I talk to much. I am not bad at all. So after a lot of fun I was time to head back and sleep...one thing I can never do after a Dance. But I did get there in the end. Sunday was Sunday you don't need to know anything about that. Well maybe the fact that us girls talked about guys.....wait you didn't need to know that at all. Monday we headed home after saying goodbye to every man and his dog it felt. I slept most of the way home. So good that stuff is.
So good that it reminds me I need it right now
So I will have to go,

So long
Farewell 
Dear reader,
Come back
I say!
Do it soon
For I will be,
Posting more stuff
For you to see
JH

:-)

Thursday 8 October 2015

:)

Creaking
O creaking.
What is that noise.
The door moves
The noise ceases!
But wait!!!
Who is that creature
A villain in disguise
Who made the door move
With such dreadful creaking?
I look again,
But nothing I see
Then realisation hits me.
The wind.
O the wind!
What a mysterious creature you are
Whistling along
Making things creaky
Never ceasing
In your sneaky play.
A friend you are 
On a hot, hot day.
But then again
That sneaky visitor
Whistling down my hall.
JH

Monday 5 October 2015

Compassion

Yes I'm just giving you an other sermon. 
But its something I know that we could all do with a reminder or a lesson.

Five phases that got me are;
ask your spouse, ask your kids (ask your siblings). 
Do they think you are compassionate?
Verbal abuse. 
Are you using verbal abuse...I suggest you look up the term
Knowledge puffs up. 
Are you just fulling yourself up on knowledge, does the word affect you and make you weep?
Domestic violence in the church
This happens because we have no compaction in the church
Having everything but love
We have everything but true love for God and others. So we can't even have compaction because it comes from God.

I pray that you may listen to this sermon. Ponder it and reflect.
Let this happen.

Search me, O God, and know my heart;
Try me and know my anxious thoughts;
 And see if there be any [n]hurtful way in me,
And lead me in the everlasting way.
Psalm 139:23-24

Let your heart be broken, let your heart be softened once more.

Saturday 3 October 2015

Character trait

I don't know about you, but I have always wanted to write a book. I'm just one of those people that does not seem to have the time for the sort.
The other day I wrote this poem as you could say a character in a book. The emotions that they would experience. 
I hope you enjoy it...



Victim
Standing alone
As a victim
Can anyone truly understand
Is the cry going out
A cry of
Abandoned once
abandoned always
Trust
How can I trust
When I feel abandoned so
So the victim cries
Never getting close
For fear of abandonment
Trust that never grows
The longing for love
But the fear to get close
The rather of being without
Than facing again abandonment
So the victim stands
Alone
So alone
 In pain she cries out
Yet those who stop to listen
Never understand
Will there
O will there
Ever be one
 who truly understands
So the cry goes out
Days turn into weeks
Weeks into months
But nobody seems
To care or notice
The ones supposed to be there
Never seem to care
They punish anger
Which really was a cry
Help me, I am a victim



For me to understand alone
So they cry
With every second breath
They feel like a shell
The real me killed
This is just my body
Living this lie
I can't help the way
I act toward you
This is not me
Just my shell
That was left behind
The wound is deep
They cry
O they cry
The wound is so deep
Anger and silence
Flashing out of a person
Who is just a shell
Trying to show
They are wounded inside
So punishment comes
The wound grows deeper
Until
Someone sees the real person
Someone breaks the pain
Send me that someone
The victim cries out
Before it's too late
Someone who sees who
I want to be
Who I really am
Not just this shell
Someone who brings joy
Joy and understanding
So great that the wound
May just begin to heal
A healing through great love
An understanding heart
To show that you are priceless
That abandonment won't come
So trust can build
It's self again
A relationship a new
So while the wound
Is still there
Joy and peace

Will shine through.
JH