Covid is in the house!

This weekend my oldest son tested positive for Covid on a lateral flow test which lead to a positive PCR test. It’s had a huge impact on friends whom we had seen in the 48 hours previously and means many of them are also having to self isolate. It’s resulted in thinking a lot about Covid and the restrictions we’ve been living under for the last year and a half.

I have friends who fill all the spectrum of feelings on this. I have friends who are working flat out in the NHS, seeing heart-breaking situations, including people dying alone of Covid in hospital unable to be visited by family. Truly devastating. I have other friends who believe it’s all a hoax and we should ignore it all and stand up against the government and global elite. I have friends who have barely left the house for fear of catching it and even now are reluctant to return to normality. Teenagers who now have crippling anxiety and are unsure who to trust or believe.

Fear seems the common denominator. Fear of catching Covid, fear of being controlled, fear of being misunderstood. One of the phrases I’ve seen a lot is that ‘Media is the Virus’. It’s interesting that people are deciding that’s only the case now. It’s been a problem for decades. I would actually include Social Media in that. Fear spreads quickly, it sells newspapers, it gets you to click, it makes them money! Not just Covid but everything.

I don’t hold extreme views in either direction and my heart breaks for anyone who has been affected by what’s happened over the last year. Overall my stance has to be one of compassion and non-judgement. At some point we’ll know the truth and maybe those who are in fear of the virus are right or maybe those in fear of control. I imagine it’s somewhere in the middle.

If we can use this time to be kind to one another, not throwing stones and accusing people of ignorance or recklessness. To understand we’re all imperfect people who make mistakes. Ultimately I believe God is in control, so I don’t fear death, nor do I fear control. I stay close to Him and trust that He will bring the truth to light. I will live under the authority of the government of the country I live in – Jesus told his disciples to pay to Caesar what belongs to Caesar (now there was a corrupt and evil government).

Let’s choose not to judge people for their views on Covid and instead remember the privilege we have, especially in the UK, the right to protest, the ability to stay home, the right to free speech and to be able to disagree. But let’s not lose the ability to disagree and still be kind.

In a year of disappointments and frustrations I want to choose thankfulness, not denying the pain but living with it and allowing it to shape me into a better person and push me closer to God.

Absent Friends

This week has been a bitter sweet one saying goodbye to a special friend, Sasha. So I thought as most of you don’t know her I’d share a little of her story and why there is a sweetness to her dying.

In February 2019 I was asked to give Sasha a call as she had been in touch with the church as she had some questions about life. I called and arranged to meet her at the church building one morning the following week.

She arrived looking very glamorous in her faux fur coat, perfect make up and hair! She even had a matching handbag and shoes! Something that both impresses and intimidates me! I’m not that organised or glamorous! Anyway we sat at a table in the foyer and we chatted easily for a while. Then I asked how I could help her?

Her eyes had glittered with tears as she told me that she had been diagnosed with terminal cancer and she was scared. She didn’t have any peace about dying. I cried with her as it had been less than a year since I’d lost my mother in law to the same evil illness. I was honest with her and told her I didn’t have the peace to give her but I knew a man who did. His name is Jesus.

After this conversation we met regularly and talked about everything and I really mean everything! She attended our Church’s Alpha course to learn more about the Christian faith. We would debrief regularly about the week and one of the things she loved was the people. She would tell me about the people from all walks of life that she’d met and the peace she saw in those who had accepted Jesus and by the end came to the conclusion that’s what she needed.

She prayed a prayer and invited Jesus into her life. The transformation was stunning! She’d found what she was looking for. Peace.

She got baptised in February 2020 in her garden with a pink flamingo bucket! It was a wonderful occasion, full of fun and life, just as she was!

During the pandemic we chatted regularly. She shared with me about all the incredible ventures she’d started and courses she’d taken. She realised that through it all she was searching for what she now had. She still had adventure in her heart but it wasn’t what drove her anymore.

A month ago I went round and saw her in person for the first time in ages. We sat in the garden and chatted as usual. It was clear she was in pain but she was still smiling, still looking glamorous! But as I was about to leave she asked me to come and see her hospital bed in the bedroom. As we went inside she whispered that time was going fast now. We prayed and she smiled. She wasn’t afraid for herself but worried about those she loved. She gave me an enormous hug, she knew she hadn’t long left.

The last time I saw her she was still smiling even as she struggled to stay awake. She took my hand and held it tight. There it was, peace that surpasses understanding. When she went to be with Jesus she didn’t linger long. She went to the hospice on the Monday, which is where she knew she wanted to die and passed away on the Tuesday.

This week was the celebration of her life. Everyone who spoke about her talked of her laughter and fun. The way she embraced life and loved loudly!

My sadness that she’s gone is tinged with a sweetness of knowing she’s not in pain anymore and she’s with Jesus! She’s promised to save me a seat! My only regret is that my time getting to know her was so short. I will miss her deeply but know when I see her again she’ll be full of laughter without hiding any pain.

I go on and I’m sure will meet many people but Sasha will forever have a special place in my heart. Goodbye my friend, until we meet again.

Rest

This week coming I have time off. I’m so looking forward to having a rest. But it’s made me ask the question ‘What is rest?’.

I’ve realised the answer is different for everyone and different in every season of life. For Sean, it’s playing his guitar and getting out his loop pedal! Or lighting the BBQ and cooking some meat. We all get to enjoy that one!

For me it’s books and sunshine! I haven’t had much time to read just for fun recently and so that’s what I’m looking forward to.

I’ve listened to some teaching on slowing down and it makes me realise how busy we are as a society. We wear our busyness as a badge of honour. We try to out do one another with how much we’re doing. No one’s boasting about the really good day off they had!

Rest is vastly under estimated and under appreciated! Rest isn’t only found in staring at a TV screen. The best rest is found in the things that give you life and energy.

So that’s what I’m dedicating this week to. Everything that helps me to take a deep breath and pause. I’m throwing comparison out of the window and embracing doing whatever so can to give life not just to me but to the kids as well.

Fresh air, food and friends! And most importantly books!

A great book on this subject is ‘In Praise of Slow’ by Karl Honore or ‘Three Mile an Hour God’ by Kosuke Koyama.

The Birthday Boy wants a Croque en Bouche!

This week has been my youngest’s 7th birthday. It feels quite a milestone as my oldest was 7 when the youngest was born. I have loved being a mum, everyone used to say to me how fast it goes. I would smile, exhausted, surrounded by toddlers and dreaming of a full nights sleep, believing them but at the same feel time wondering if it would ever end!

But it has definitely gotten easier in a lot of ways. Although the learning curve with each new age and season still feels steep, (we’ve had to apologise many times to our oldest who has been our parenting guinea pig!) I wouldn’t give up this opportunity to be stretched in every area!

So back to my, not so baby, baby boy! He asked for a croque en bouche for his birthday cake! Which is basically a tower of profiteroles! It sounds far more impressive than it actually is! But I thought I would share the recipe I used so you can have a go yourself!

Ingredients

Choux pastry

  • 120g Butter – cubed (I use salted butter but unsalted would be fine)
  • 300ml Water
  • 150g Plain Flour
  • 4 Eggs – lightly beaten

Custard

  • 600ml Milk (I used Semi-skimmed)
  • 60g Cornflour
  • 150g Caster Sugar
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract

To make the Choux Pastry. Put the butter and water into a saucepan and heat until the butter melts then bring to the boil. (It’s important that you wait for it to bubble). Remove from the heat and add the flour. Stir vigorously until the mixture forms a soft ball. Leave to cool slightly, then gradually add the eggs, beating well between each addition, to form a smooth, shiny paste. (You’ll also have an aching arm! Or you can cheat as I did this time and use a freestanding mixer with the metal ‘K’ beater!)

Grease a baking tray. Use 2 teaspoons to create little balls with the choux pastry dough, put them on the tray, ensure you leave at least 1cm either side of them, and brush with beaten egg. (Before you brush with the egg I always try to make them look a bit rounder by wetting my fingers and dabbing the points smooth.) Sprinkle the tray with water (this will create steam in the oven which will help them to rise). They will look small but trust me they grow. You could also pipe them onto the tray but I haven’t been doing this as it’s more work! This recipe will probably make two or three trays worth of profiteroles so half it if you don’t need that many.

Bake in a preheated oven at 220˚C for 10 minutes then bake at 190˚C for a further 20 minutes. Leave them to cool on a wire rack. Poke a hole in each as they cool so the steam can escape.

Make the crème patisserie by whisking together the Cornflour, Sugar and Egg Yolks until smooth.

Heat the milk with the vanilla until almost boiling. Pour a little of the hot milk into the egg mixture and whisk it in, gradually add the rest of the milk, then pour it all back into the saucepan and whisk it on a low heat until it thickens. This can happen quite quickly so you need to watch it carefully and whisk continuously.

Sieve it into a bowl or jug to cool (sieving it also cools it quicker and stops it cooking to much more). Make sure to lay either baking paper or cling film over the top to ensure you don’t get a skin.

Make a hole in each of the profiteroles and, using a piping bag, pipe the cold crème patisserie inside each profiterole. (I buy reusable piping bags which you can pick up quite cheaply, I get mine from Wilkinson but I know that Lakeland sell them too). Or if you don’t have a piping bag cut the top off the profiterole and spoon in the custard.

Finally add your topping, whether that’s melted dark chocolate or white chocolate. You can spread it on or drizzle it over them.

If I know I’m making profiteroles I will often make the custard the day before so that it’s really cold before I start to pipe it but you can do it on the day as well.

For the fillings and toppings the ingredients change. This time I did three different types. One was an orange for which I used the zest of one orange which I added to the custard and then topped with dark chocolate. The second was Raspberry and white chocolate, for which I used the vanilla custard and popped a raspberry in the middle of each of the custard then topped with white chocolate. For the last type I did plain vanilla custard with a mixture of the white and dark chocolate for the topping.

A long post this week. But I’d love to know how you get on if you give this a go and maybe that can be the next birthday cake!

Loss

This post is dedicated to my mother-in-law, Trish, who would have turned 67 this coming week, she died in June 2018 after losing a battle with cancer.

She was an incredible woman who led an extraordinary life. At times she drove me crazy (she was my mother-in-law after all!) but mostly she inspired me. She loved God first, but her family followed closely behind. She loved them fiercely and we still miss her. I know our lives are built on the many years of prayers she prayed for us. She has left a gap that can never be filled.

I wrote this poem in memory of her and the family she has left behind. If you have ever lost someone close to you then I’m sure you’ll recognise yourself in it.

Grief

Her joy, forever gone
But it’s shadow remains
A remnant, a reflection.
Veiled by rosy hue.

Your own face, unfamiliar,
New lines and shadows
Smiling lips with crying eyes
Or shining with tears for now unshed

The world goes on
Callous, cold, unfeeling.
Ignoring your pain
‘Get up, move on, be the same.’

Nothing will ever be the same
The pain will ebb and flow
Your heart will heal
Scarred but whole

You remain a reflection
Of your former self
The outside the same
But internally reformed.

Homeschool is finished!

I’m very fortunate that three of my kids went back to school this week, even though they only went for the mornings, it was a relief not to have to educate them myself! I don’t know if any of you have had to homeschool but I have found it really challenging. I love my kids! They are great fun. Except when I’m their teacher! Apparently at school they’re beautifully behaved! I saw moments of this but had more moments of frustration. In this third lockdown, I have found a solution. To be a lot more laid back about it all!

Whether they have learnt during this lockdown I don’t know but the reality is that they will catch up at some point. My youngest two have loved being at home and I think they would love to always be at home. I love listening to them play. They make up all kinds of games and spend most of their time laughing. I want to learn to be more like them. To find joy in the small things. Finding sticks, whizzing down the slide and following tracks on the pavement.

At what age do we lose that wonder and joy at the small things. I see my 14 year old joining in with the fun but I know if there was anyone around his age he would be embarrassed. Why is that? Do we have to be serious because the world is a serious place? Are we afraid of joy and of being disappointed? I think if we can learn to laugh at the small things the big things won’t feel so big. Or are we like my teenage son and allowing others to rob our joy, either through comparison or fear of looking silly.

My plan this week, as my kids are back in school, is to find a way to find the joy in the small things. Will you join me?

Why Write?

It’s so good to complete a task, isn’t it? To finally tick something off a to-do list. I have a habit of starting jobs, getting bored with them, and leave the finishing for someone else! It’s an annoying habit that means my lovely husband, Sean, will find me doing some DIY job and then leaving it once the ‘fun’ bit is done! He then has to tidy up the mess I’ve left! I think I’ve gotten better over the years but I’m sure in spite of his patience this has got to be irritating!

Things changed when we had kids. The to-do list was never likely to be finished however hard I tried, Sean couldn’t finish what I didn’t manage to do because there was always something else. Part of the reason I learnt to cook was so that at the end of each day I could say Ta-da! I achieved something! There might be toys all over the house, a washing pile the size of Mount Everest, or children in varying degrees of messiness, but there was food on the table and it was going to taste good! 

When cooking dinner started to get a bit mundane and no amount of new recipes could quench that feeling of needing to achieve something. I started to write. I quietly bought an A4-lined notebook and started. It felt great to write a number ‘1’ in the top right and corner and then as I finished each page to write the next number. I used to write while dinner was cooking. Wooden spoon in one hand and pen in the other! Gradually the pages built up and still, I didn’t tell anyone. I wrote and wrote and wrote. I didn’t want to tell anyone in case it turned into a fad that I lost interest in. There had been a few of those! Like the time I wanted to learn piano, or decided to sell Mary Kay makeup (despite the fact I didn’t use much, also I didn’t like selling to my friends as I would tell them to buy it somewhere else cheaper!).

Eventually, though I admitted to a few close friends what I was doing and told them the concept. They were super encouraging and helped me with names and ideas. My friend Kerry (she’s super amazing by the way!), read sections for me. It took me about two years of quietly plugging away but I finally finished! Seems a shame that story is now in my drawer waiting for me to fall in love with it again and rework it with all that I’ve learnt since!

I hope this inspires you to realise no matter how busy you are you can find time to pursue the things you love.

My Favourite Book

Of all the books I’ve mentioned there’s one that stands out as the most important in my life, I read it every day and it changes me as I read and study it. I’m sure you’ve guessed by now that it’s the word of God, The Bible. Most people think of it as a dry dusty book to be kept on bookshelves. Or something for special ceremonies, like weddings, funerals, and Christmas. But I know it’s so much more than that.

I wanted to share with you today one verse from it that is my rule for life. It comes for the book of Proverbs which was written by Solomon. It contains all kinds of gold in it as well as some that will make you smile. A favourite is ‘Better to live on a corner of the roof than share a house with a quarrelsome wife.’! I’m sure there have been times when Sean has consider living on the roof! Especially when I was pregnant!

But seriously the verse that I love and live by is Proverbs 3:5-6 – ‘Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.’ I have found that God is entirely trustworthy and as I stop trying to fix everything myself, and give God the chance to do what only He can do, things seem to fall into place. It might not always be what I expect or in the timing I expect but it’s always much better than I would have done on my own. 

I realise this isn’t the most popular book to write about, and may make you question my sanity, but of all I have learnt and experienced, I can’t deny it’s power to comfort, teach, challenge and change. If you only read it occasionally or have never read it, can I encourage you to get it somehow. There are loads of versions out there to read. I usually use the NIV, or ESV. If I want to see a verse from a fresh point of view I use the Message or Passion translations. 

If you want to ask me anything about this at any time I’d love to chat about it. Click on the link to contact me!

Next time I’m going to write about why I started writing my first novel and how I got started.

More Books!

Last time I told you about a few of my favourite books. Since having kids I’ve loved helping them discover some of my favourite books from my own childhood. Roald Dahl was a big part of the reason I loved to read. It felt like such an achievement to finish one of his books as they felt so long!

My own love of writing started young. I remember telling stories to my sister when we shared a room to help her get to sleep. When I was eight I entered a writing competition at school and wrote a story about a giant bird that made the tower of Pisa lean! Then when I reached my teenage years I would write in the style of the novels that were the favourite at the time – Point Horror. Anyone who knows me now knows that’s not what I like at all! I have nightmares at the smallest thing! But I wrote my own point Horror which I would write in the evenings and then bring in to school the next day and would then be passed around the class for everyone to catch up.

Eventually though I knew this was not the kind of thing I wanted to write and so I burnt the manuscript. Not sure whether it was a great idea now. I’d be interested to reread what I’d written then but it would probably be embarrassing!

I have often secretly been writing little things, whether stories or poems. At some point I’ll tell you what tipped me over to actually attempt a novel. The idea for my first novel came from a conversation I overheard about it not being fair that someone got rain on their wedding day. It got me thinking who knows what’s fair? Who decides?

I started writing without a plan and wrote almost the whole thing by hand before typing it up. At first I didn’t tell anyone as I was embarrassed and not sure I would finish it. When I finally finished I printed it and handed it to a couple of friends to read. I know now that was a big mistake! It was unedited and raw. But for me it felt like such an achievement to finish.

More on this later. But I wanted to inspire you to have a go at whatever it is that you’ve always dreamt of doing! You never know what might come out of it.

Homeschool and Books

The start of this year has been bumpy with the return of homeschooling. It’s been hard work so far but we’re coping. It’s been amazing to be in our new home to do it. I think homeschooling four kids in a two bed flat nearly sent me crazy last year! I love my kids and when they were small I briefly considered homeschooling but realised that I need a bit of space for myself. I’m an introvert and so space for myself is the best way for me to stay sane! At the moment I’m able to get that time from 3 until 5 when I shut myself into the kitchen and cook. That’s why I’ll be putting on some of my favourite recipes on for you at some point. There are already some of my recipes out there on an old blog I wrote on wordpress called ‘Indulgent Diners Wanted’. Feel free to have a look.

This year is all about writing for me. I’m excited to be finalising the edit on my novel Reflections and I’ve gone back to the first novel I wrote a couple of years ago and rewriting it with all the wisdom I’ve learned from writing my most recent novel. Also from all the seminars I attended at the Festival of Writing and from lots of online resources. As well as my ever patient writing partner Sophie. I know that she is one of the reasons I’ve persevered in writing. We’ve really missed our Starbucks writing sessions over this last year but we have met up and had virtual write-ins.

We have some exciting announcements lined up this year to do with both our writing projects. She’s definitely worth following on her website www.sophiebeal.co.uk. She is a genius in creating prose and a master of editing! I love the actual writing but find the editing challenging.

One of my favourite things is to read. I love to read. My favourites I can read over and over! I’ve read ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’ by Alexandre Dumas three times! I love the unexpected twists and turns. The planning that must have gone into writing such a complex novel. Another of my favourites is ‘The Handmaids Tale’ by Margaret Attwood but this isn’t one I can read over and again. But I love how Margaret Attwood sows together the story, weaving in and out of past and present, full of imagery and symbolism, it’s a masterpiece. I love simple straightforward stories too but my taste tends to be towards the unusual and so is my writing! I also love Jane Austen, Charles Dickens among others. Let me know what your favourite novels are, I love to read when I have the time so throw me some suggestions.