Mum left today after what was actually a lovely lovely few days together. I have a LOT more patience with her (and in general) now that I've become a Mum myself. I see more of her in myself (you're spot on there DO about similarity=small irritations) and imagine myself at her age and DS being impatient with me. Puts things very much in perspective!
DO, we are actually in the middle of grappling with the Big Question of whether we stay in Orkney (beautiful place, small and lovely community but equally very far from friends and family "Doon Sooth" and zero anonymity/confidentiality/privacy) or move back South (more built up and anonymous but also closer to family, friends, support and work for me). So your experience of short times with family rather than weeks of visiting rings many bells. Another ingredient to add to the mix of questioning...
NTV, I'd love to read your essay! And hear you preach! I was brought up in Italy: after my extremely Catholic
brainwashing upbringing I still get a wee jolt of shocked delight when I hear of a woman preaching. All new explorations of Mary's role and significance delight me too. Thanks so much for all the food for though - I should keep an Advent Thoughts journal but where to find the time..
This evening the very funky lady's choir I sing in is giving a concert. Off to practice my parts. This morning I found again this very joyful part of Psalm 57 I'll be holding in my head all day:
My heart is steadfast, O God,
my heart is steadfast;
I will sing and make music.
Awake, my soul!
Awake, harp and lyre!
I will awaken the dawn.
I will praise you, O Lord, among the nations;
I will sing of you among the peoples.
For great is your love, reaching to the heavens;
your faithfulness reaches to the skies.
Be exalted, O God, above the heavens;
let your glory be over all the earth.