A Humble Post

 I am late. I thought of trying to pass this off as deliberate so I could write happy thoughts to you on what might be the most depressing day of the year, Black Monday. Apparently, we have staggered through three Mondays since Christmas and therefore cannot possibly carry on any further. (Although I’m not sure that it qualifies because, although it is the third Monday of the month, the first Monday was New Year’s Day when all was happy and bright etc so does that count?) Anyway, I have enough on my plate without trying to be depressed because it is Black Third Monday or some other ridiculous thing.

It is cold and dark here. I’ll be honest, I was finished with Winter as soon as Christmas passed. I don’t see the attraction personally. I understand that, underground, new life is forming etc etc but these are thoughts too wonderful for me; especially when I can’t find my gloves in the bottom of my bag and my knuckles are blue.

Speaking of thoughts too wonderful for me, our chief vicar – I am not sure of the terminology when it comes to C of E team ministry  – spoke very well on Sunday about worry. He quoted, among other things, Psalm 131 which talks about

I do not concern myself with great matters
    or things too wonderful for me.

I’ll be honest, this used to do my head in a bit when I was young and luscious and rebellious. It always sounded a bit “There, there little girl, don’t bother your pretty head with the big complicated , manly things.” I suspect it probably says more about the church that I attended rather than the way God saw things.

However – Chief Vic talked about us mentally grabbing back the things that God – being God – was better at looking after and then worrying about things that we were never meant to be dealing with anyway because we are just people; loved and precious people but people nevertheless. And I thought “yes”. There are things I am not meant to be taking on. I can pray but God makes things happen or decides on outcomes which, surely if I trust him and the idea that he is quite keen on me, should be the best outcomes.

The verse is better for me in the Message

God, I’m not trying to rule the roost,
    I don’t want to be king of the mountain.
I haven’t meddled where I have no business
    or fantasised grandiose plans.

It did me a bit of good on Sunday. When I asked HOH if he had enjoyed it, he said he had been too distracted with some thing he had been worried about and the sermon had got past him a bit. I think – Mes Braves – that there is a lesson there as well but I won’t spout the flamin’ obvious at you.

In other news, my Christian lady magazine has had a bit of a re-jig, which is nice. It’s all glossy now etc. I really am very fond of Woman Alive. It has good columnists, articles about normal Christian women and is sometimes more controversial than you would expect a magazine with lots of ladies wearing Christian type bobby-hats to be. It also manages to appeal both to me and also to Aged Parent who devours it and that is no mean feat as anything not delving in to deep exposition of Numbers can be considered a bit of a waste of time as far as she is concerned. If you want to have a look, you can go to the website and I think they will send you a free one. The one thing I’m not so keen on is the name of the thing. “Woman Alive” What does that even mean? “Woman Not Dead.” “Man Alive.” “Snakes Alive.” “Snakes on a Plane” It’s just bobbins nonsense words. Makes me think of us all sitting on bean bags singing “Bind Us Together.” Happy days then but maybe not really for now. It’s probably just me. I’m probably only jealous because I’m not in it.

 

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  1. January 18, 2018 / 8:32 pm

    I read a thing a while ago (Brooke Castillo?) that said “There are three kinds of business: God’s business, other people’s business and my business”; the idea being to focus on what was mine to deal with and not waste energy chewing my liver over things to vast or remote for me to fix, or what was beyond my remit anyway. Something like that, I’m sure you get the gist.
    Have you offered to write for Woman Alive if you would like to? Write a sample column or two and see what they say? I always used to think you have to wait to be asked (I was brought up that way!) but my hubby is more inclined towards push the door and see if it opens, and being a publisher (of magazines as well at one point) I guess he should know. Try?

    • lesleyps91
      January 21, 2018 / 8:51 am

      Am now suitably challenged/terrified.

  2. Trish Marshall
    January 21, 2018 / 2:56 pm

    I second Ember’s suggestion. (Sorry!)

    • lesleyps91
      January 22, 2018 / 8:36 pm

      You are astonishingly nice people

  3. Kay
    January 28, 2018 / 4:48 pm

    I used to like Woman Alive’s predecessor – Christian Woman. There was so much more content and longer articles. Although I have tried to get used to Woman Alive, I’m very disappointed (sadly, verging on cynical) about the ratio of text v illustration in the magazine now. I understand about the need for advertising, but when there’s so many pages of (admittedly beautiful) photography with very little text … Well, I like to read.
    Recently I bought a couple of vintage women’s magazines from a local shop. Those magazines had a lot more content too. It’s just a shame that a Christian publication has to follow the way of the world.

    • lesleyps91
      January 28, 2018 / 8:18 pm

      I remember Christian Woman only very faintly so you may well be absolutely correct about the change in content ratio. For myself, I am probably the opposite of you. I like my heavier content to be books and magazines less so. I am currently seduced every month by a magazine called The Simple Life which is full of lovely photos and words about a kind of life I can never live. (I suspect that very few people actually live that life as well) It is pure eye candy. However, I love it! Things are changing including attention spans. Social Media is the culprit there I suppose.

      • Kay
        February 2, 2018 / 3:35 pm

        Hmm, eye candy – never thought of it that way. That describes my fascination with Country Living magazine. It’s my guilty pleasure! 🙂

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