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It’s only 3.52pm but I’m already done with my work for the day. I’m feeling impressively efficient at the moment. I’m almost kinda twiddling my thumbs with a few non-urgent things on the list and wondering if my 7.30am start this morning could justify a 4pm departure from my desk.
I thought of going to the gym but the next spin class isn’t till 6.30. 2.5 hours of free time = danger zone for my bank account. Then I thought maybe I’ll go for a run, but it’s far too windy outside and the risk of unidentified flying objects coming my way is pretty high at the moment.
So I guess I’ll stay home and make more pineapple tarts while thinking of the Jman who’s stuck in Canberra at the moment.
Pineapple Tarts
“Give a man a fish, and you’ll feed him for a day;
Teach the man to fish, and you’ll feed him for a lifetime.”
Guess I should be glad for all those arduous hours of tart-making my aunt put me through when I was younger.
Clare
When the world seems far beyond me
And I have no place to go
When my life seems cold and empty
And I feel I’m all aloneThen a song that I remember
Helps to ease my troubled mind
And I find the strength within me
To reach out just one more timeFor as long as I have music
As long as there’s a song for me to sing
I can find my way, I can see a brighter day
The music in my life will set my spiritWhen the road is dark and lonely
And I feel I want to cry
When the dreams I keep inside me
Seem to fade and almost dieThen I call upon my music
And it helps to dry my tears
And I know that I can make it
I’ll go on despite my fearsFor as long as I have music
As long as there’s a song for me to sing
I can find my way, I can see a brighter day
The music in my life will set my spirit~ Don Besig & Nancy Price
That's why they took me along 
Our plans for the beach didn’t materialise today, dampened by threats of cold weather and strong winds. So instead of risking cold wet feet, we rugged up and drove down for some bushwalking adventures with V and BK instead. With late summer sunsets in our favour, we decided on a late start, and didn’t leave the city till 11 which meant good sleep for everyone – no grumpusitis. It was just as well that our bushwalking companions hadn’t been to the Dandenongs before, so we took the chance to play tour guide for a while as we drove past a few touristy sights. Then it was a lunch of pies and scones at Pie In The Sky before we embarked on our inaugural trek/bushwalk of the year.
The majestic forest
Walking into the great unknown
The bushwalking buddies
Sherbrooke Falls
We attempted the Sherbrooke Falls trek today, what was supposed to be a 5km return route to the waterfall and back. Some water would be nice, we all thought, but when we reached there we barely found a trickling stream underneath the little bridge that we stood. Rather disappointing if you ask me, but the trek was great fun. We took the Hackett trek out of the forest and meandered through the beaten tracks and fallen trees. The calm was surreal as sunlight peeked through the towering trees and their gently-swaying branches. We started out laughing and chatting, but as the walk wore on, the voices became less, our breathing became louder, and soon all you could hear were breaths and footsteps. The Jman walked beside, in front, and behind me, but never too far away. We were in company, yet it felt like it was just us.
Silence can be beautiful.
Sky High - now where's the pie?
The trip ended off with a quick stop at Sky High – the peak of Mount Dandenong that boasts a sprawling view of the city. The vast expanse in front of you is breathtaking, making me realise how tiny a fry I am in the larger scheme of things.
God is great.
Can I just say that the week is crawwwwwwwwwling by? And yet every morning when I wake up, I am reminded that His mercies are new once again despite the little sleep I had the night before. Relying on His strength has been incredible and with His help I have achieved more than I ever thought I could.
Last weekend’s prompting that acknowledging Him in all my ways makes my path straight has been what’s getting me through each day of the work week.
Meanwhile, despite the woeful economic situation and news of friends being axed from employment, I am once again reminded to be content with what the Lord has given me. The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.
And just like that a year has flown by. To sum it up, 08 – it’s been an incredible year of ups and downs, tears and joy, friendships made and friendships lost. Of dreams come true and greater self-discovery.
09. It will be a year of taking plunges. “Changes” – that dreaded word – but it isn’t all that scary when you have a pillar to cling onto. Bring it on, 09. I’m ready.
