Sweet and short!

Life at best is very brief
Like the falling of a leave
Like a binding of a sheave
Be in time

Fleeting days are telling fast
That the die will soon be cast
And the fatal line be passed
Be in time

If in sin you longer wait
You will find no open gate
And your cry be just too late
Be in time
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That time of the year

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It’s that time of the year again… I say again, because the older I get the faster the year seems to pass and before I know it Christmas is here!
It’s my most favourite time of the year. Each family has their own christmas and festive traditions. Here is a list of ours.
We LOVE decorating the christmas tree. It’s the kids favourite part, except the opening of presents offcourse.

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When that tree is up and the twinkling lights are plugged in, then the feeling of christmas is here.
Then it is time for the baking of christmas cookies. Each year my whole family from Windhoek comes to visit us for the holiday. My house is full of people every December, but I love it!! Children camping out either in the livingroom or actually camping outside in the tent. Sooo much fun!

There’s only one thing I would love which we here in Namibia never have during christmas time…. I would love a snowy one. Lots and lots of snow. I’ve never seen snow. That is one christmas present I would go gaga for.

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What fun it could be building a snowman??

Singing christmas carols in our family were passed on from generations before me… from as little as I could remember we were singing old favourite christmas carols. They NEVER get’s old. It’s amazing. Each year we sing the same one’s and we never get bored. Yeah well people tent to change the rythms or style of them a bit, but that’s OK. Some actually makes the carol even more beautiful like for example the “Pentatonics” singing a favourite of mine, “Little drummer boy”. What they have done with it is nothing short of AMAZING.

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No matter where you are in the world. No matter what type of tradition you have during Christmas time. No matter if you share it with family and friends or going solo. And no matter if you have a snowy one or a lekka summer one…. be merry and enjoy every moment of it, because we all share one common interest during this….. the birth of our saviour, Jesus Christ are celebrated.
Let the true meaning of christmas shine through us these last days of the year.
Merry Christmas to each and everyone!

The window to my soul

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I believe the eyes is the doorway to our souls.
The eyes don’t lie, they can’t lie. You see I have this problem.
Because of this believe (and maybe you believe so too),
I cannot look someone in the eyes for very long.
People say I am shy. That’s DEFINATELY not the case. I am afraid.
Afraid of what you may see inside of me. I’m afraid of you knowing my thoughts and feelings. Yet the irony of it all is that I am a writer by heart.
I would love more than anything for you reading this now to know what I’m thinking otherwise why would I have taken the trouble to
type these words. So I have come up with an answer to this mischiev…. someone looking me in the eyes making me feel unconfortable is more real than me typing right now.

Then the second reason for me… I am afraid I will lose myself
in the persons eyes that I cannot turn away from. That scares me as much as the first reason.
But, don’t let my insecurities fool you, because despite all my fears… your eyes is and will be the most beautiful creation of God.
So when I in future don’t look you in the eye remember that it’s one of the two reasons I can’t do it.

My children, my everything

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When you see these faces, anyone will understand that they are the reason I wake up every morning.
Being a mother of four is not easy, especially when having a full time job. Today was one of those days
I wished I just stayed in bed. Life is sometimes hard and being a mother means mostly having it together.
Showing everyone we have it under control. Being strong for your kids.
Today I did not feel that way. If I could have blamed it on Monday blues I would have, but
unfortunately the feeling is derived from deep within….
Is this it? Is this all there is for me? Then the guilt starts to over take me… How
can I think that? I’m a bad mother. My children should make me feel whole all the time, is it not?
But I can be so much more? I can mean so much more to the people around me.
I have this deeply hidden need to be seen, to be noticed in this world.
The feeling that I was destined for greatness!

Well for now, my greatness lies with these faces. They are the ones that was entitled to me to be cared for
and nurtured. I am for now their light in the this dark world of ours.

Meanwhile I will keep on dreaming in silence and wait for the right moment….