Wow. Are those nails real?!

When I came back to work after Christmas there was an e-mail in our inbox, from a lady who has been supporting our charity for a couple of years. Unbeknown to me, she had heard me sharing my testimony about how I came to work at the pregnancy crisis centre a couple of years ago at a New Year houseparty in Ardeonaig.

She asked if I’d be willing to come to an all-night youth event in Glenrothes (about 40 minute drive from Edinburgh) to share a little of my story and how God has answered prayer in my life through it.

I long ago accepted that my story is really not my story – it is God’s story, and it became God’s story the moment I asked him ‘Lord take all the crappy stuff that’s happened into my life and use it for good, use it to help others

(or something along those lines…I can’t remember the exact words I used at the time…it was 8 years ago!)

Friday was mental. I ended up singing at a wedding (seriously beginning to think I should start charging…but then so should my friend Kate as I borrowed another one of her dresses!) which ended up being longer than expected, from there to the centre, to baking cakes to driving across town to pick up DVDs for the training course to eating to driving to Glenrothes.

I got lost in Glenrothes…seriously thinking I need to invest in one of those Sat-Nav things as trying to read directions while driving on dark country roads or motorways is just a tad dangerous.

I screamed at God in  a car park. I was so exhausted, plus upset & frustrated from earlier in the day my little sister saying ‘please come, I need my big sister‘ and me not being able to. I hate, hate, hate not having an income that accommodates trips to see friends and family. It sucks. So I was feeling a little mad at God, even though I have no right to be mad at God. But I was mad at him anyway.

I eventually got there. The teenagers were so welcoming so excited and so chatty!

At 11 p.m. I was introduced and I shared some of my story. They were so quiet as I told it. They laughed at the ‘You’re pregnant’ prophecy and my reaction to it. I wasn’t sure if it was relevant or too much for them.

Then after I had spoken, two girls came up to me – they were only 13/14, and said thank you and that I was brave (ha! if only they knew)

Another girl came up to me wanting to know what it was like being pregnant when I was still in high school – was it tough?

Someone else wanted to know if I’d had children since.

Another girl asked me – what do you think happened to your baby?

And then I was floored by the next question…

Do you know what you would have named your baby?

I have never. ever. been asked that question. By anyone.

But all of you know that I was able to answer. Yes. I do.

Sophie.

They told me stories that would break your heart. Siblings who became parents at 16 and struggled, peers who sleep around and have already had several abortions, peers who lost their virginity by the time they were 12.

They wanted to know how they could reach out to their peers they saw struggling, that they in their words said ‘it’s like they have no self-worth‘.

We talked of all sorts of things – they wanted to know if I’d want to have children in the future, and if I had a girl, would I still name her Sophie? They talked about relationships, and wanting to wait for the right person.

I was astonished (in a good way) at their maturity. Seriously, they talked about this issue with a maturity that most adults I know don’t have.

And of course the final question asked of me…

You’re nails are so long…are they real?

Don’t know why but somehow every time I have a discussion with a group of teenage girls about pregnancy, my nails end up becoming a conversation topic but they do. It makes me giggle. :)

I’ve always tried to avoid public speaking. I’m much more comfortable singing behind a microphone than I am speaking behind one, and have always been nervous about sharing my story in front of people. It’s so totally different from blogging.

But last night made me realise that sharing my story does somehow help or make a difference in some way. I don’t think I fully appreciated that before.

And I’m grateful to the people that gave me an opportunity to do that, and for a God that gave me the courage to do it, and through His grace, used my rambling for His own glory.

May it all go to Him.

Caking a difference in my own backyard

One of the things I feel strongly about is giving to causes close to home. I’ve spoken about this before, but one of the biggest challenges of working for a ‘local’ charity is that you don’t get quite the same support or voice that ‘international’ charities do.

Don’t get me wrong, I see the importance of all of it. And you can check my bank statements – I have a sponsored child in Ethiopia through Compassion International, and of course I went out to South Africa last July.

Before Christmas, I was called to prayer for a beautiful wee baby boy, Dylan. He was born prematurely to a friend of a friend who I got to meet last Saturday. We had lots to chat about and I hope we’ll become friends too.

My friend, Dylan’s Mum and I want to give back to a charity that supported Baby Dylan’s family and many other families who had sons and daughters in the Neo-Natal baby units across the UK, called Bliss.

1 in 9 babies in the UK are born sick or prematurely.

Kiss for Bliss week is coming up (8th-14th February 2010) - aptly named because many parents who’s baby is in the Neo-Natal ICU will not be able to kiss their baby.

So we’re going to be taking part in Cake-A-Difference as part of Kiss for Bliss week!

Therefore, if you have any great (and simple) cupcake recipes for me to use, please do share!

I’ll be posting details of where our cake sale will be, and of course you will be very welcome to come along and buy some of our yummy creations and ‘Cake-A-Difference’ for Bliss and in turn many tiny people who are born a too soon, too small or sick…and their families.

Got to be the yummiest fundraiser since the pregnancy crisis centre Chocolate morning last November! :)

9 years ago

Tonight I was looking back at photos from 9 years ago, trying to jog my memory as I prepare to share testimony on Friday night.

9 years ago I was 16 years old. I was in the second term of my fifth and final year of high school (high school is 6 years long in Scotland, the last 2 are optional)

9 years ago I was not returning to my dance classes

9 years ago I was saying to my fiance that perhaps we should wait, and not announce our intentions to get married to our families because we were young and a lot was going on

9 years ago I was battling self harm, and trying to support my boyfriend as he battled his own demons.

9 years ago I was probably studying for my Higher Prelims in between migraines.

9 years ago my friends were walking me to school each day reminding me of my goal to get into the University of Aberdeen.

9 years ago my baby sister was just turned 10, my baby brother only 5 years old and in Primary One.

9 years ago I had a huge argument on Hogmanay/New Years Day with my Dad which somehow resulted in him accusing me of being pregnant. I was shocked and appalled that he think I’d be stupid enough to get pregnant when I was only 16.

9 years ago I was making a name for myself as the Bacardi Queen

9 years ago I got 2 of the most lovely pairs of shoes which I still remember. I think I still have one of the pairs purely because they are purple.

9 years ago I had no idea how much my life plan was about to take a massive change in direction.

9 years ago I was pro abortion and proud of it.

9 years ago I thought that the church was a place of judgment, hatred, old ladies who baked cakes and gossiped about their ‘lowly heathen neighbours’, there was no God and that the bible was akin to Aesops Fables or a book of fairy tales.

9 years ago I was getting visits from angels in dreams and sometimes they would sit at the end of my bed at night.

9 years ago I was discovering just how much cannabis is not a harmless drug as I watched how scary cannabis-induced schizophrenia can be.

9 years ago I was spending many geography periods hauled up in the Geography store room with my only Christian friend from high school as we struggled through our teenagedom. Little did she know the one person she didn’t think would become a Christian would do a year later…

I can’t believe how different I was, and how adult I was back then. The burdens I carried, were those of an adult and my wish is that no teenager has to carry those kind of burdens. Maybe it’s why I now love being silly and fun and childlike. Why I love hanging out with my friends’ children because they remind me what it is to be a child.

The tales of the many broken household appliances

My Mum and I always joke that every time her husband goes away off-shore – that’s when everything in the house breaks down.

Before Christmas I switched on the lights on the stairs – 3 out of 5 of them blew all in one go, plus all the lights in my room (thank goodness for bedside lamps and Christmas tree lights…but I quickly discovered putting on make up this kinda lighting is not a good plan…)

Well, in this 2 week stint the following challenges have met us…

1. The cupboard above the oven

I discovered this when I came down for ‘breakfast/lunch’ one morning. I quickly realised that this was a heavy door and just poised to crash down on someone’s head, because it had come off it’s hinges on one side. So after searching the house for a screwdriver & step ladder, in my pyjamas I balanced the door on my head and unscrewed the other hinge to take off the door.

2. The broken phone line

My Mum came home on the day of the cupboard door incident, her mobile having run out of battery. She tried to call her friend (who was coming round) to say she could make her way round now. No dialling tone.

‘Try my phone’ I said.

Niente.

So we looked up Virgin Media’s helpline number again. (Do we know our account details of what her husband set up? Nope) we then discovered that to get assistance they insisted you call from your Virgin Media phone.

They hung up on my Mum calling from her (Virgin) Mobile no less than 3 times.

3 days later, I was finally home and not working so I got the joy of finding the right combination of ‘press 1…press 2…press 1…please hold…we’ll transfer you…’ to finally speak to some random dude in India who didn’t understand a word I was saying.

2 days after that I waited for the Virgin Media guy who would come round between 8 a.m.-12 p.m. and luckily I was still in at 2.25 p.m. when someone eventually arrived.

Apparently the person who put the cable in didn’t bury it under our drive properly so we wait for someone to come dig up our driveway and put in a new cable.

3. The dishwasher.

Technically this pre-dates the current away status, but our dishwasher currently permeates a stench something akin to smelly feet. I have hit it with soda crystals, cleaned out the filter twice (finding broken glass in the process?!), dishwasher freshener & one of those dishwasher cleaning things (£4!!!!). The latter did make it smell nice for about an hour before the smelly feet stink returned.

Yuk.

4. The boiler

We woke up with no heating or hot water one morning. I went out to the boiler which is in the garage (in wellies and pyjamas) to discover the pressure was at 0.4 (I don’t know what it measures, I just now the pressure needs to be at least 1 for boilers to work). there were a million pipes and valves.

That night my Mum’s husband called her mobile (yep this is when we still had no phone line…adds to the challenge!) and guided me through which pipe/valve was which. I followed the instructions, all was well until all of a sudden the thing when nuts. The pipes and house were shaking, the valves wouldn’t turn off, I started screaming and panicking (if you heard the noise, and knew it was being caused by a gas pipe you’d understand) thinking that I might just have caused a gas explosion…until we eventually found the power switch.

And then we called the plumber/central heating guy.

After a night of broken sleep (our house was something akin to an icebox…how do eskimos cope?!) the plumber man came and saved the day.

Apparently it was all because there was ice in one of the pipes. And our boiler was not broken and gone forever.

Phew.

5. The disappearing TV Channels

I have a TV again. It worked, it was exciting. Until one day the channels I watch disappeared.

Retuned and some came back, and others disappeared.

My Mum’s TV has also started doing a weird ‘jumpy’ thing where the sound will suddenly dissappear or picture will disappear.

So now we can play a game called ‘Guess the channels’. Basically you guess which channels you think will be there/not be there before you switch on the TV.

Personally ~I think my one is possessed by something very sadistic and downright mean. I don’t watch an awful lot of TV – just certain shows that are on once a week which I really love at the moment it’s Brothers& Sisters and NCIS. So on Thursday, the season premiere of B&S I retuned, got More4 channel working. All was fine until 2 mins before B&S came on. Then it broke, froze and disappeared.

Not a happy koala.

Same thing happened when I switched on to watch Home & Away while getting ready for work the other day. All fine until Home  & Away came on…

Sigh.

6. The leaky washing machine

This morning’s fun. Somehow one of my tops had got caught in the doorseal while being washed in the washing machine. So of course the washing machine starts emitting a flow of water from the door.

Some frantic tea towel mopping to catch, and then lots of button pressing to get the washing machine to skip the soaping and spinning to the ‘draining part’ to prevent our kitchen from becoming an indoor pond.

Mission accomplished.

Now keeping watchful eye on the washing machine.

So there you have it. This current stay has been shall we say, character building.

Obviously all these things are not a huge deal, and really in the great grand scheme of things so teeny-tiny minor irritations when you think of what other challenges people around the world are dealing with that we could be righteously angry about.

I still have shelter (and now heated shelter again…thank you Jesus!!!), food, drinkable water and so many luxuries. I have much to be thankful for.

But yes, it still caused much grrring, cursing, sighing and a few small rants from my Mum and I. Oh, and much laughing, because that’s what we do best in times of ‘crisis’ after we’ve got our wee rants out of our systems!

:)

Travelling Tuesday: Australia Day

Australia is a place that means a great deal to me. It is the one place I’ve felt truly ‘at home’ while being away from home. I remember how contented and at peace I felt when I was there despite some very crazy circumstances…like getting your passport & credit card stolen, or having a skin cancer scare, or being completely alone in an unfamiliar city thousands of miles away from family & friends.

I’d dreamed of visiting and even living in Australia growing up amongst many other places. Usually when I get to those places, it doesn’t meet up to my dreams. Australia exceeded those dreams.

Maybe it was helped by the fact I didn’t meet a single shark or spider while I was there. ;)

And so today is Australia Day. Australia’s very own ’4th July’. For a former prison it sure is a beautiful place.

I hope I make it back there one day.

Especially as I didn’t make it to Uluru or Palm Beach (known to us as ‘Summer Bay’)

Where the heck is my Jesus-lovin’ Aussie surfer dude?

I miss you Australia!

yes, of course there is a story behind this picture.

:)

More Australia Day posts:

David Goodwin

Scottish Conference

So the venue for the CareConfidential Scottish Conference has now been CONFIRMED.

Can I get a ‘woot, woot’?!

I love this conference. Every year, trustees, volunteers, centre leaders come from all over Scotland to meet together. We have always have some amazing wisdom brought in the form of the CareConfdential team ‘down south’ who come ‘up north’.

And this year, it is coming to my home city!

If you have a heart for pregnancy crisis and pregnancy loss work…you should totally be there.

To find out more about the work of CareConfidential check out this video or go to their website.

Answering some queries about the Dear Sophie post

If I make any typos please excuse them. The blog readers who knew me back when I was sharing ‘musings of a koala’ may remember my super sexy (yes, I’m being sarcastic) wolverine look.

Apparently movement in my wrist and left hand disappeared off with several freeview channels, a working homephone line and a working boiler. Guess who gets to work from home tomorrow to be in for the plumber and the Virgin Media person?

Anyhoo…moving on from BrunetteKoala’s notsuchafantasticday :)

A couple of people have been asking about the Dear Sophie post. I believe the question posed to me on Sunday evening was ‘How come I need a password to read some of your posts now?’

1. Folks following me on twitter will know that Saturday 16th was the due date of my unborn kiddle’s 8th birthday (who I think was a girl)

2. I had scheduled a post for Saturday 16th months ago.

3. Last week during one of my sleepless nights my thoughts turned to Sophie. I ended up writing a letter, but didn’t feel totally comfortable publishing it and THOUGHT I’d saved it as a draft. Turns out I had password protected it and published it. Oops

4. The reason I didn’t want to publish it was because I worried people reading it might think I was really depressed or upset, would feel that I was needing some emergency prayer ministry or something. Yes, I do think about all that happened, and my thoughts go to Sophie often, but not in a way that drives me to bacardi, tears, suicidal thoughts and so on like it did before going through the healing process!

I also know a few of you are new to my blog, and a couple of you have asked about my story. Who is this unborn child I’ve mentioned, what happened and how did I get into the work I do?

I did share this on a series of posts in September/October 2008. They are no longer publicly online.

I have considered:

1. Bringing the “My journey into pregnancy crisis work” posts over to this blog

2. Rewriting the story (and bringing it up to date?)

3. Just doing a Q&A where you can ask me anything and I’ll do my best to answer what I can.

As I know my story, it doesn’t make an awful lot of difference to me, but wondering really what the folks who take the time to come over to my blog and read my ongoing rants and ramblings think?

A sad day for chocolate lovers

“As a Cadbury, I obviously feel particularly saddened by the possibility of one of the last remaining British icons disappearing into an American plastic cheese company. I cannot believe that something can’t be done for totally patriotic reasons”

- Felicity Loudon – great granddaughter of George Cadbury

Yep, folks it is a sad, sad day for chocolate. Kraft have bid to take over Cadbury.

Kraft make probably some of the most disgusting ‘dairy’ products on the market. ( say dairy in inverted commas, because have you tasted those cheese slice things? That is not cheese. Even Milka tastes worse and worse by the year. And as much as I love many foods when I go to the USA (my Mum loves the lobster, I love the bagels) the chocolate made there is awful in comparison to what my European tastebuds are used to.

So I echo the words of Ms. Loudon.

As a chocolate lover, I feel very saddened at that an iconically British company who make some great affordable (and fair trade now I might add) chocolate be taken over by an American company who make plastic cheese products.

It’s like Coca Cola taking over Irn Bru.

All day as the news spread, my fellow Brits were all screaming a resounding NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

And with good reason.