Corpus Christi

I've got a lovely little wooden bird.  Not a full 3d type - but almost like a child's drawing of a bird in 2d with a slit at the bottom.  It's about 2 inches high and it was made in Finland.  My friend got it for me as a present from her holidays.  I wasn't over impressed with it when I opened the package, mainly because I couldn't see what it was for.  It didn't look very pretty and certainly wasn't something I was going to display in my home.  But then she told me what it was for!  It's the most ingenious gift!  It's for putting on the side of your saucepan to rest the lid when you're simmering something.  How clever is that?  I use it all the time and have no idea how I managed without it and whenever I use it I think of my friend.  The more I use it, the more I love it!
And so to the Eucharist.  Jesus left this for us to remember him by.  Every time we celebrate it we think of  him and what he did for us - how much he loved us.  And, like my little bird, we may not see the point or the reason at first - but the more we do it, the more it means to us. 
Last night on the feast of Corpus Christi, I knelt before a consecrated host in a quiet church and thought of Jesus.  I told him so many things about my life.  Things he already knows, of course, but it was good to chat to him about them.  My son is moving out of the family home soon, and I'm a bit concerned about living on my own for the first time in my life!  I know 'all will be well' but I'm still a bit anxious.  So it was good to tell God my concerns.  I know he cares about the big and the little things in my life -and just kneeling there, praying/chatting was good.
I've left that particular care - and others - with him - so that I don't have to be concerned about them anymore.

Enforced rest

So, it felt as it I was swallowing razor blades! Each swallow was more painful than the last. And I had such a thirst! But quenching my thirst meant swallowing, so...... Catch 22.
Plus aches and pains and feeling hot -all added up to a sensible move. Bed.
Thank God for my iPad. At least I was able to stay in touch with the outside world.
So, pills and throat lozenges and liquid and rest and some great tennis to watch.
Delong beet today but trying to be sensible and more of the same.
Great that the roof is on at Wimbles. E rain is throwing itself against the windows here at RevCindy's Towers and yet the tennis continues. Great play from all concerned. I'm feeling quite tired from it all!
God can use my downtime to lift my imagination and thoughts so I look forward to being refreshed and re-energised by Him.
Enough for now, will write more later.