Anchored To Hope

Today I helped a granny. I nearly didn't. She had a partial beard and hadn't showered and sadly only had one leg. The poor love was also in a wheelchair nudging along a full trolley of stuff- after a staff member bailed on helping her when their shift  ended. We were on our way to get dinner, I was already cranky from a crazy 18 month old lunatic and and 6 year old who hadn't stopped talking since the very second the bell rang at 3:30pm. As she shuffled on past it looked awful, the poor ducky. I pointed her out to Jas and said "awww man that poor cute granny ( I was yet to see her beard) , she is pushing her trolley with the one leg she has!!" He said  "go babe! I can't, I'd just look like a creepy guy to her." I hesitated. Don't we all? That split second where you are already tired and wanting the day to end, the kids need dinner or/and a smack on the bot. I SO nearly kept walking, then I was just compelled to just flippen do it. As ...

My home smells of Dior- blooming blossom. Which in essence, should be a marvellous thing. The perfume I got for my 30th birthday from my mum, that I ration the use of and spray only on special occasions, fills the air and makes everyone and everything smells fresh and new and expensive!! If you think about my description, my house appears a picture of beauty and cleanliness and freshly picked flowers-  However, if you were here in person you'd be face to face with what we are, human feaces. Let me tell you, once you've had a leak, that smell doesn't leave for a loooong time, to be honest we are still finding treasures in the laundry, treasure you never ever EVER want to discover in your lifetime. And to add to the visual of the chaos in our home tonight,  Bella has gone to sleep for the night in the same clothes she has been in for coming up 2 days now, (proud parenting  moment) Sam has just dropped off at the early time of 10:30pm after having about 14 glasses of wat...

Hello friends, family and other readers I dont know, This blog is about learning to be grateful. One of the hardest lessons Ive ever had to learn. Not wanting to be cliche, but my husband adds a lot of much needed balance and perspective to my selfish and westernised perception of what God should and shouldn't do/be like. Thats a heavy way to start a new blog, but it is what has constantly been put in front of my face lately, so I have had to face it. I recently saw a doctor who had no prior knowledge of my case, and because all the other doctors have been empathetic and sorry for me, I felt sorry for me, and slipped in and out of being the victim. But as I told him my story and expected the sympathy, he abruptly said "NO Lisa". I was kind of in shock but as we went on, I was completely and utterly re-routed in my thinking. I did try to explain that Ive had anxiety forever and that I did actually suffer a lot in my younger years, to that he said,  " you kno...

Hi there beautiful people, Wow, it has almost been a year since I have sat here and shared with you.  I have written this blog so many times in my head, yet haven't had the time to do it! I think I got out of the habit too :) I have so many thoughts floating around that I am yet to put to paper. I have met so many new people since my last post who might not have ever seen this, so welcome to my crazy life. As always I encourage you to head to the initial blog post that outlines the situation and gives a background to this journey. :) Thanks for reading. Wowsers, where am I supposed to begin. I thought I'd update on here because quite a few people have asked how I've gone since having Bella and it's best to be able to give a comprehensive answer. Also I had a little peep at the stats on here because I haven't even logged in since last march, and there have been over 4000 views from all over the globe, so if people are following this, I'd best do my part and ac...