Saturday, 21 August 2010

Freshly baked scone

I walked into the kitchen at work today to the lovely smell of freshly baked scones. This is not a usual occurrence but was a treat provided by a colleague for all the staff.
It is interesting how memories can be evoked with something as simple as the smell of these scones

I am a mum of four beautiful girls and throughout their growing years I often came up against feelings of inadequacy in the area of creativity.

I tried very hard in my late teens and early married life to do all things thought to be attributes of a woman. I knitted, very badly, a jumper for my new husband but because he loved me he did wear it, even though it was only to keep warm whilst fixing the car.

Fancy dress costumes for the girls were always a cat, made easy with a leotard, tail sown on, and whiskers painted on their faces.

My eldest daughter Jen still cannot bear to look at the photo's showing the basin shaped fringe I gave everyone of them in their younger days.

I love flowers but when it comes to arranging them, I can’t even describe how bad I am at this. It was with amazement only recently that I stood talking to a male friend who was arranging some flowers his wife had been given. I kid you not he was chatting away without any thought he cut and arranged the flowers in a display to rival any florist.

The thought that the scones evoked in the end reminded me of many pleasant and funny memories. I was reminded how different we are all are, I have had friends over the years that have helped me by sewing clothes, cutting the girls hair, and baking cakes for their birthdays. In return I have baby sat for them, cared for them when sick with the knowledge I have as a nurse. I have also counselled and taught them as a church leader and hopefully brought some wisdom to difficult situations.

I still have days when the lack of practical skills is a frustration but I also love that we are different. I would love to think that we can learn to complete one another that we can do more together than we ever could apart.

Thanksgiving and Prayer
Philippians 1 v 3-6
I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.

1 comment:

  1. Sounds like we share similar talents Bev, I knitted Tim a ridiculous jumper, and can't sew for toffee! But there is so much more to life isn't there. Happy Birthday, and you do rellly look much younger!