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Ten years ago (in a few days) I named my precious new baby girl Zoe, actually if I am truthful Aaron named her but I loved it. Zoe; greek for rejuvenated life, the new life that God gives, as opposed to created life. I had planned to name her Regan, it seemed a fitting name for a baby sister for a Courtney, and I imagined a baby girl who woudl be a miniature Courtney. But she wasn't, here I was with this baby girl who looked nothing like my first baby and I was not going to call her Regan, it just didn't fit. Aaron went home that first night, as Dads do, and scoured the name book for names he liked. Megan, Chloe, Jemima if you will, all were possibilites but Zoe stuck out to me. Once I knew what it meant that was it. Zoe; rejuvenated life. My Dad, the epitomy of one who lived life to the full, had just passed away, much too early, and it was fitting to honour him by naming this precious new life, with him in mind. Much better than finding female versions of Murray or Stephan!


New Life

Like a suitor He courted me
The Great I Am
Wrote his love letters and poetry on my heart
He wooed me and did not give up
Even when I scorned his love

My God is a passionate God
A just and jealous God
Whose love for me is a raging storm
Then a gentle rain
He took my broken heart
Satiated my desperate soul

What can I give in return?
Nothing, except myself

Oh to be loved

Especially like 4 am this morning where hubby and I found we had been been invaded by two 6 year old boys, a 9 year old girl and at least one cat. The kids haven’t done it for ages and it amused me that they all woke and ventured to mum and dad’s bed on the same night. Dad eventually got up to get work-ready, and I was able to roll over and snuggle in behind boy number two. After a while I became aware that he was not asleep – his body too twitchy to be asleep and I opened my eye just a tad to take a look. He was quietly staring at me. I closed my eyes and tried my hardest not to smile. A minute or too later I checked again and he was still staring. It was one of the sweetest things I have ever experienced. There is nothing like it. I definitely have different relationships with each of my children, and I have noticed differences between the female and male variety. This little man has been obviously different this last year. He does seem to be more aware of me and needing more cuddl…