Remembrance Day

Well, it’s November 11th, and in Australia (and other commonwealth counties) that means it’s Remembrance Day. At 11am we have a moment of silence (usually a minute) to stop everything and remember those who died in the line of duty, during war. They sacrificing their lives for ours. 

Shrine of Remembrance- Melbourne June ‘17

Such a heavy price was paid- the lives of countless men and women. They paid the ultimate price, and sacrifice for us to live in freedom. (Always reminds me of a man who did the same for us – called Jesus. And the freedom which was availed to all who would receive. Not in our nations so much, although that too,  but our very bodies, souls and spirits).

For me, as we approach the 11am mark in just few hours, I’m reminded of other things that have taken place on this day in my world. Some I definitely don’t want to remember and others that leave me with awe and wonder at how things unfold. So no matter what’s going on today (and every day for that matter), steal that moment whether it be at 11am or 3:47pm and stop a moment. To be thankful for those that pathed a way in your world, the others that sacrificed so that you may enjoy something. And breathe. Breathe deeply in the goodness that life can hold. Yep….even in the middle of hay fever 😉, responsibilities, and chaos. 

So today, on Remembrance Day, I remember all those who sacrificed for me to have this life I live. 
I remember the freedom I have in the country I live in was brought at high cost. 

I remember, the relationship I have with Jesus was brought at high cost. 

I remember the ACL I had created from my body, was done only because a surgeon paid a high cost to learn those techniques and perfect them. 

I remember that the house I live in was brought at high cost( literally in Melbourne these days😉) and loaned to me on a month by month agreement, some might call it a rental. But I call it my home. 

I remember the little girl born on this day, who I taught in kids church,  who this week graduated from Police Academy👮(no- not the movies😂) and paid a high price to train to protect the freedom of others. 

Are they all of equal weight-no. Should I be grateful for it all- definitely! 

We generally don’t need to look to hard, to find someone, who did something, for our benefit. The world is crying out for us all to be more grateful and thankful for what we have and less entitled. There I said it (sorry, I don’t really pull those punches, as we just need to hear it straight sometimes. Trust me, I felt it connect in an ouch, as I typed it too).

So today, the challenge to both me and you, is to remember to be more thankful for what I have and who I am, than I was yesterday. 
Can I hear a ‘challenge accepted’! 

Until next time, happy Pondering 

Below are a few the other photos from my visit to Melbourne’s Shrine of Remembrance in June. 

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…. greater love

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There I did it – I just used Wikipedia as my guide to history –please forgive me!  This week as we approached ANZAC DAY in Australia we remember the massive sacrifices which were made for us to live in the freedom we do – we are a very blessed nation, As a foodie, the famous biscuit crossed my mind.  You see them everywhere at this time of year, but we don’t always stop to ask why.
So here’s my Wikipedia bit….
Anzac biscuits have long been associated with the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC) established in World War I. It has been claimed the biscuits were sent by wives to soldiers abroad because the ingredients do not spoil easily and the biscuits kept well during naval transportation (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anzac_biscuit).
I wanted to give you a little insight into the Famous ANZAC biscuit and prompt you to maybe bake a batch between now and next Tuesday and remember the sacrifice that the generations that have gone before have brought us.
‘There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.  John 15:13
And by generations I don’t just mean the last few, but the countless generations who have been before us.  We live in a time of untold gratitude towards those who paved the way for the good, no great things, we have in our lives.  No matter where we live, no matter whether you had loved ones who went to war or not, we all know people who have make sacrifices for big and small for others, for us.  There the ones I feel prompted to say thanks too, along with being filled with gratitude for those made the ultimate sacrifices for freedom (this always reminded me of Jesus too – now amazing His sacrifice of love)
fresh vegetables on wooden tableOh, before I go, here’s a link to a ANZAC recipe (I prefer them on the chewy side, or straight from the freezer..yummm delicious!) http://www.taste.com.au/recipes/anzac-biscuits/cc4e2031-8b63-48e7-8eff-b2637f472180
Next week we have a guest blogger, who’ll be joining us.  I’m so looking forward to it…….
Until then, Happy Pondering x

 

the greatest love…..

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A few years ago my pa passed away at this time of the year. As we prepared for the funeral around Christmas celebrations I remember this strange juxtaposition of sorrow, joy, happy memories, laughs, tales from the years past, mixed with thankfulness for the goodness of God and a tinge of nervousness. 

I’d been asked to say a few words at the funeral, I remember thinking, ‘what do I say that will honour my pa and be what he’d want said’.  I’d heard from my cousins that my pa had told them to ‘choose your love and love your choice‘, while I’d never been fortunate enough to hear this advice from my pa directly (that’s what happens when you don’t take a love home to meet the man) its rings true, even to this day.

He’d have wanted his family and friends to know that Jesus was his first and greatest love. Sounds strange and even a little offensive to those who have different belief systems, but because of this love for Jesus, he was able to love my nana, his tribe of 7, their spouses and tribes and their tribes with a great love. It wasn’t sourced in his own strength, but it overflowed from love Himself – GOD. My pa would sit and listen and then into the conversation drop wisdom; calmly, consistently and lovinglywhat a sweet memory.

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As we approach another Christmas, it is with fond memories that I dedicate this post to my pa – a man who taught me a lot about great character and doing life well and to hunger after the things of God.  And like him I say ‘Choose your love‘, let it be Jesus.  As we celebrate Christmas it’s easy to be swallowed up by busy schedules, finding perfect gifts, function galore and food (we also swallow a lot of food at Christmas 🙂 ). But remember that this is a time to celebrate the greatest love story ever told, and one that is still unfolding to this day. It’s a time to remember that Jesus was born, to live and die as the ultimate loving gift to all humanity, throughout all time.  It’s put so well here. 

“This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn’t go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again” John 3:16 The Message 

If you have chosen to love Jesus (fabulous, that delights my heart!); love your choice this Christmas.  Love Him, thanks Him, praise Him and make Him the number 1 priority in all that will happen around your Christmas. And from that place shower love on all you encounter.  


I wish you all a very joyful and loving Christmas, filled to overflowing with the goodness of God. 

Merry Christmas xx