what's your number

According the BBC website today, my birth nearly thirty three years ago meant that I was, well you can see the numbers.

Not hugely significant, if you look at it like that.

But numbers aren't everything, are they?

We aren't defined by what our number was. Neither is our identity wrapped up in our place in the queue.

Our real identity is wrapped up in who the creator says we are, which is far more appealing.

Interestingly, the God of the universe seems to care enough about us to have numbered the hairs on our head. The length of our days. The deepest thoughts of our hearts.

And that's a very encouraging thought.

Homemade Lemon Curd

I just sync'd Mrs theWeir's iPhone with the iMac for the first time in a good few weeks.
Found this nugget of a picture, and am quite taken by it.

It's homemade Lemon Curd in a nice glass jar, but I think there's life in the image and that's why I am so taken with it.
Simple objects can portray the most stunning beauty.
The craft of making something from other things.
The discipline to follow a recipie that's tried and tested.
The creativity to add a little of yourself.
The effort to stay with it.
The confidence to share it with others.
I'm thinking that there's so many parts of thie that are easy to skip over, thinking they aren't required. But we know that's selling ourselves short, missing what we were made for.
I know what that Lemon Curd was made for. I'm off to find a knife and some wholemeal bread.

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Is on holiday and won't be saying much for a while. Play nicely while I'm gone.

Taken at Rspb Loch Garten

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