Snails

Quite simply. Snails.

When it's a rainy day we like to peep out of our shells, to explore the dewy grass and damp gravel, to look up at the big wide world and wonder. It's the scent of the grass, the delicate branches and the thousands of flowers, the cottages and hazy pink clouds, that make marvels.

What a wonderful God we have, say the snails, and what a wonderful world...

"good times"

Here's a little taster of what my 'idea' day would consist of! A little insight into my character that's perhaps more revealing than photos or lyrics or stories... Can you relate to any of these?

- have a real (and I mean REAL) laugh with friends.

-talk to someone unexpected.

-wake up to sunshine!

-pray.

-Go somewhere I never planned to.

-Pull a practical joke...

- Find and old song and a new song to listen to.

-Do something stereotypically stupid.

- Time to play music, cook, eat, write, walk, talk, create, do something with friends.

- Read under a duvet.

-Sleet for atleast nine hours. Preferably more.

- Rise to a challenge.

- Time alone to collect my thoughts/ read my bible.

- A spontaneous phone call/ text!

- Do something productive.

-Excell at something.

- Keep God at the front of my mind, actions, words and heart.

- Surprise someone.

- Have a good cup of tea. And chocolate.

-Make up a song.

- Chat and laugh with my lovely twin sister.

- Get to the climax of a good book.

- Make plans. (for coming days, weekends, holidays, movie-nights, camps, sleepovers)

What would make yourday a good one??

The day I saw fox cubs.

Our Souvenirs

I did something crazy this evening. Something that was so incredibly nerve-wracking, so fun, and so outside of what I'm used to! I performed in a band, (consisting of my 7 most amazing friends!!) infront of a panel of judges and an audience made up of school kids, teachers and parents. It may not sound like the most incredibly nerve-wracking thing- but trust me, backstage, I was in a panic. We prayed, we gave it to God- we were out there, singing, playing piano, guitaring, bassing, drumming, fluting, for His name, for His glory. Our band is called Jasper and Carnelian, (NOT Jasper and the Camelian, as the judges presumed...) which are the colours, as described in revelation, around God's throne- and we strove to do what they do: reflect his glory. Maybe that's why the shaking left my hands and we were all able to throw ourselves in and enjoy it with all of our hearts, having SO much fun and really really play the songs we'd been practising for about two months. It was such a heart-warming thing. Such a buzz. It's the feeling you get when you're at the climax of a book, the moment the perfect wave rolls up and breaks beneath you, or when you wake up to hazy golden sunshine. I'm just writing this to encourage you not to let these moments pass by, or oppourtunities fade away- because you're too unprepared, scared, or nervous. We were made to take risks, we were made to display God to the world- and the moment you do (no matter how, where or when) it's Him that's filling your steps with courage.

The final verse of our final song, by a band we all love: Souvenirs-bySwitchfoot.