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Puppy love


About 3 months ago I gained a new best friend. ‘Man’s best friend’. A puppy.

His name is Clifford and he is wonderful and weird and so so cute! I did not know I would adore him as much as I do. He distracts me endlessly with snuggles and zoomies and his general cuteness.

In a very short time I have realised that I could not live without him now. I like having him around. I like that he gets excited to see me even if I only went to get the mail. I like that he has to have a paw on me whenever we are sitting together. I like that he looks at me to check he is doing the right thing sometimes. I like that he sits on my foot and stares at me whenever I’m cooking chicken in the kitchen. I like that if you scratch his neck he licks you. I like that he loves playing with bugs. I like so much about him!

I notice little things about him too. That he has a little kink in the end of his tail. That one ear flips back more than the other. That he does a weird walk around the yard when he needs to poop. That he has 2 little cowlicks in the fur on his butt. That he does a funny little run to hide under the table when he knows it’s bed time. That he won’t drink water out of something another dog has drunk out of.

This (healthy) new obsession of mine occupies much of my time, and it got me to thinking about just how much God loves me. He is more than obsessed with me. He notices me and he knows everything about me because he made me!

He knows that when I can’t be bothered to wash my hair I wear bandana. He knows that I like my couch cushions arranged in a certain way. He knows that I don’t like wholemeal bread. He knows that when I am tired I am more likely to kick my toes. He knows that I am a sucker for caramel popcorn.

He sees each little insignificant thing! He loves each hair on my head – just think about the enormity but also the intimacy of that! He loves who I am and He loves who you are!

He sees me when I am at my lowest and at my highest and every moment in between. He loves me WAY more than I could ever love Clifford (which is A LOT!). It is said about dogs that they love you unconditionally and I now know this to be true. But for God it is so much more than puppy love, it is so much deeper and even more unconditional than that of man’s best friend.

There is nothing we have to do to deserve this love and nothing that we have done or ever could do to stop it. When we feel partial or fractured, God’s love completes us, heals us, embraces us. His love is perfect even though we are not.

And like a dog with a bone, He will never give up!


What was old is new again.


Does anyone else love Op shopping? I love the searching. I love the bargains. I love giving something a new home. I do always wonder what purpose it served before it ended up at Vinnies though…

Did it sit in someone’s cupboard gathering dust? Did it have pride of place in someone’s pool room? Was it passed down through generations of a family? Was it made in another country? Did it survive a house fire? Was it just being a paperweight? What was its purpose?

Over the last 10 months or so I have often wondered what my purpose was. What am I supposed to do with my life? What is my next step? Where should I work? Who should I be? Am I a teacher? Should I study? Am I just the unemployed pyjama wearing Jess that has popped up so regularly (I do love my pjs but there is definitely more to me than that!)?

Recently I started working in a new job, a job in a cafe. I haven’t worked in hospitality since I was a uni and it was a really hard decision to start looking for work there. I ummed and ahhed about it for several months because I felt like I was talking a step backwards in my life. I felt like I would be a beautiful handmade statue being a doorstop, serving little purpose.

It was hard for me to put childcare behind me (at least for now) and go back in an industry I didn’t have the same passion for. But this job has turned out to be exactly what I need at the moment – giving me a new purpose. Just like turning an old fence into a brand new picture frame or a table getting a new lick of paint and looking snazzy again.

I always saw hospitality as a means to an end, it was the job I had to get me through uni the first time. I guess it still serves that purpose for me as I am currently studying again but it means more to me this time. It has brought stability back into my life after a long time of feeling like I was drowning. Stability in my finances, in my routine, in my happiness. I am feeling less anxious, I am feeling less overwhelmed and I’m excited to go to work again (which is nice after well over a year of not!).

So for any other How I Met Your Mother fans, it’s not like Barney says…new is not always better!

Humble or Haman?


Anyone ever watched Veggie Tales as a kid? Or an adult? Let’s be honest it’s funnier as an adult! The tale of Esther is one of my favourite bible stories as well as VT episodes. For anyone who doesn’t know the story of Esther you should definitely go watch the episode or here’s the quick version…

The King’s Mrs has been given the flick because she didn’t come when he called so he is on the hunt for a new Queen. Haman is the King’s right-hand man and a little up himself. He travels around and collects all the eligible bachelorette’s and brings them to the King. The King chooses Esther. Esther and Mordecai are cousins. Haman is not a fan of Mordecai – a guard of the King’s gate – because he won’t bow down to Haman, so he decides to kill Mordecai and his family, including Esther who is now the queen, and tricks the King into signing off on this. Mordecai convinces Esther to go to the King without permission (which is a big deal) and she says something along the lines of “Hey dude, your 2IC is about to off me, your new Queen and my cuz over here, what are you gonna do about it?”. The King is not happy because he likes his new Queen so he pops Haman and his 10 sons up on a spiky 23 metre pole, which is kind of ironic because Haman erected said pole to spike Mordecai. Also, I think there is a feast that happens at some point.

Recently I was reading about Esther’s tale and came across Haman, a character I hadn’t really paid much attention to before (in the Veggie Tales episode he’s the butternut pumpkin shaped dude). He is the bad guy in this story – trying to get everyone killed and what-not. He makes a lot of dodgy choices and doesn’t really consult the King who has the authority.

But as I was reading I realised he probably didn’t think he was a super douche. He thought that the King was going to honour him with a parade and a robe and a horse. He felt so confident that he was right and Mordecai was wrong that he went ahead and created the super spiky pole.

It got me to thinking that sometimes we can be so confident that we are making the right decision we go ahead with it before consulting God or others that it may impact. Now there is much less people on spikes these days but the concept remains the same. We think we’ve made the perfect choice for our family or future and we go around telling everyone that we are going to have a parade in our honour or a royal robe or God coming down to Earth and saying “You are so much better at this than me so let’s swap places”. When really we are creating our very own 23 metre impaling device.

I don’t want to ever become to so sure my decisions are best without discussing them with others it might impact. Decisions like knocking out a wall in my house before chatting to my Landlord (don’t worry Aunty Gwen I would never do that!) or deciding that my shift at work should start an hour later without letting my boss know. That’s extreme but you get the picture!

I want to be humble in approaching others with suggestions, even if I think it’s the best idea in the world! I don’t want to go through life expecting a parade whenever I do something. I mean a parade with a fancy robe and people saying I am amazing would be cool but it shouldn’t be the reason I do things. My actions should reflect what is right for me and I should consult God or others who have more knowledge than me before I go around proclaiming I am all that.

Like Esther, who was humble and respectful, we should work hard in silence and let our carefully considered actions make the noise.


Sing and be merry!


It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Step into Christmas. Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Have a holy jolly Christmas. And all other carols!

I am really getting into the carols this year and I thought to get you all ready and excited I would share my top 10 Christmas carols of this year. Then you can start a playlist of your own and play it non-stop for the next 10 days (although I have been playing my Christmas songs playlist solidly for at least 4 weeks now!!)

Now it has been very hard for me to choose only 10 (mostly because my Spotify playlist it 191 songs and growing!)…so here goes!

10. ‘Up On The House Top’ by The Jackson 5

9. ‘I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday’ by Wizzard – I really do!

8. ‘Sleigh Ride’ by Human Nature & Jessica Mauboy

7. ‘White Christmas’ by The Drifters

6. ‘Silver Bells’ by Michael Buble & Naturally 7

5. ‘Step Into Christmas’ by The Puppini Sisters

4. ‘Last Christmas’ by Wham! – couldn’t miss out this classic!

3. ‘Jingle Bells’ by Michael Buble & The Puppini Sisters

2. ‘Holly Jolly Christmas’ by Michael Buble

And 1. All Christmas songs by Pentatonix. That counts right? It was just too hard choose!

I hope this has inspired you to get into the Christmas spirit and dust off the ol’ singing voice! Let me know your favourites.

While Christmas really is the most wonderful time, don’t forget there is more to it than all the twinkly lights, presents & food babies. Enjoy time with family – whether they are your immediate family or an adopted one – and share the love. But remember the love that was given to all of us on Christmas Day many thousands of years ago.

Merry Christmas to you all xx