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Somehow, amidst the filling out of forms and checking my to-do-list, I left my wallet behind in the post office yesterday, after registering a letter. By the time I realised it and rushed back, it was gone. Along with bank cards and my driver’s license.

Back home we discovered that the second pair of trousers that we had bought for my dad, with all the outer tags corresponding with the tags of the pair he tried on in the store, is in actual fact two sizes smaller.

The health of Matilda’s father is a matter of great concern to us. We were reminded yesterday that on different levels he struggles to cope with life’s challenges.  

Buried among all of this and despite the frustrations, I believe there is harvest and material that can contribute to my growth. But the moving from believing to applying – there’s the rub.

I return to an old theme that I touched on previously in This is it and God disguised.

How to read our lives. How to read our lives......

Let chaos storm!
Let cloud shapes swarm!
I wait for form.

                                                  Robert Frost


George


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  1. Elmi12 June 2013 at 08:25

    Often I step on a thorn unaware
    the exact same one I planted there
    and so I've learnt to lift my skirt
    to be a little more alert

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  2. Matilda and George12 June 2013 at 17:36

    Wise advice!
    After all: What's the use of making mistakes if you don't learn from them?

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