Ok,
Ive been asked a lot since Ive been back about any new bands or music I am presently loving.
Let me recommend
Drum roll please........
Hudson Taylor - (no not the Missionary to China - its their surname)
They are some brothers from Ireland and frankly are amazing.
You can find their music on itunes.
Chasing Rubies is one heck of a song
If anyone wants to come to gigs, I am wanting to see them live this summer somewhere.
(They have been touring with Jake Bugg this past few months.)
Also you can check them out at
you will thank me.
ZJ
Thursday, 2 May 2013
Wednesday, 1 May 2013
Fluffy Socks
The latest news is I will not be returning to Zambia at this point.
The door seems to have closed firmly shut for now, but as they say as one door closes another opens...
I have no idea what is next.
Im gonna take some time to rest.
Im taking a trip to Denmark over the summer to collect some belongings that some dear friends will take there from Zambia and going to Toronto
for a missionary/leadership school for 3 weeks of encouragement, good time with the Father and again, rest.
Ive have moved into my friends basement (which is lovely).
Here are somethings I'm appreciating freshly this week,
I like the speed of the internet here, heaters and warm duvets, friends whom I have a long history with, English home cooked food, family, love, endless movies, clothes shops, good mushrooms and sweet cherry tomatoes, coffee shop culture, warm fluffy socks, hair straighteners, good cheese, time to be and digest the past few weeks, emails and encouragements.
Im gonna keep blogging whilst Im here too.
Here's to the omelette!!
The door seems to have closed firmly shut for now, but as they say as one door closes another opens...
I have no idea what is next.
Im gonna take some time to rest.

Ive have moved into my friends basement (which is lovely).
Here are somethings I'm appreciating freshly this week,

Im gonna keep blogging whilst Im here too.
Here's to the omelette!!
Also a little wee thanks to Hannah Moore, also newly returned from Zambia - check out her amazing photography. www.hannahmoore.org.uk
Friday, 12 April 2013
Omelette

After a rather stressful week and interesting interactions with a immigration officer who got me the necessary paperwork to leave the country.....
Here I am sitting in my friends lounge in rainy Bedford, England, wondering how I got here and what the next few months might look like. People have been so lovely offering spare rooms galore, meals, space to be and talk and taking me shopping (I have dropped 4 dress sizes! Yeah!).
In the middle of chaos and things not being either in my control or in my plan, one can be left wondering... WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON!
I know it's not just me, life is all too often unpredictable and throws all sorts of challenges and things at us that we have no idea of how we are going to get through.

The next year was full of hospital waiting rooms, a very sick bro on my sofa and much hand holding as he went through chemo.
It was hard.
Without friends praying, talking and helping practically, I'm not sure how we would have coped.
The thing is we did.
He had 4th stage cancer, that's the variety you don't wanna get, it was in his neck, opposite shoulder and liver. He now has no cancer, we believe Jesus healed him.

I don't know how it happened, but
going through that unpredictable, pain filled darkness has produced so much beauty.
I gives me hope that even when I don't see the path ahead, I know my heavenly Dad is holding my hand and has a plan that is far better than what I could have come up with. The trick is to keep holding on to that hand.
Just before I left Zambia I was talking to God one morning and heard Him say
"if life throws eggs at you, make an omelette"
So, here is to eating omelette for the next few months, in England.
Let the new adventures and fullness of life roll.
Monday, 1 April 2013
Whats in a word?
My friend was teaching this weekend in English, her second language and accidently said
"Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a dongle, I mean donkey".
Apart from being funny, it got me thinking about communication and words a bit.
Tim and Gemma, my fellow brits, are back and there are so many phrases i havent used for 4 months that sound funny now Im hearing them again.
Things like,
"Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a dongle, I mean donkey".
Apart from being funny, it got me thinking about communication and words a bit.
Tim and Gemma, my fellow brits, are back and there are so many phrases i havent used for 4 months that sound funny now Im hearing them again.
Things like,
- she got herself in a real pickle - (did she? really?a jar of branston or inside a gherkin?)
- Putting your shoes and socks on (hopefully not in that order?)
- Its my pet peeve (your pet what? i have a pet dog)
- its not really my cup of tea.
Wednesday, 20 March 2013
Eggs and things
"It takes different strokes to rule the world" I believe Arnold once said!
It's amazing how small things make little difference to me but mean the world in a different culture.
Here are a few from here:
It's rude not to go around and greet everyone when you enter a room with a handshake and a curtsy.
It's rude if I don't greet absolutely everyone I see (even in the distance) as I walk around the village.
Some friends were doing games with some kids and did the 'egg and spoon race' game. When the first egg broke the kids started to really cry cos it was food. (Note to self, food is never a game here).
I got invited to a wedding at 11am, people started arriving at 2pm, it got going around 2.30-3pm.
Wedding gifts should be wrapped in a t-towel and presented in a wave type movement.
Thighs are referred to as "uncooked meat", should be covered at all times as they are private areas and should only been seen by your husband/wife. Below the knee shorts/skirts are decent. However, a lot of cleavage is fine.
Have you ever thought why we think like we do?
Living here is opening me more in how to love better.
I want to be a loving person.
Loving someone isn't about me,
it's not really about how I want to give and receive love.
It's all about finding out how people feel loved and doing that.
Love is patient, Love is kind, it doesn't envy, it doesn't boast, it's not proud, it isn't rude, it's not self seeking, it's not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love doesn't delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
It's amazing how small things make little difference to me but mean the world in a different culture.
Here are a few from here:
It's rude not to go around and greet everyone when you enter a room with a handshake and a curtsy.
It's rude if I don't greet absolutely everyone I see (even in the distance) as I walk around the village.

I got invited to a wedding at 11am, people started arriving at 2pm, it got going around 2.30-3pm.
Wedding gifts should be wrapped in a t-towel and presented in a wave type movement.
Thighs are referred to as "uncooked meat", should be covered at all times as they are private areas and should only been seen by your husband/wife. Below the knee shorts/skirts are decent. However, a lot of cleavage is fine.
Have you ever thought why we think like we do?
Living here is opening me more in how to love better.
I want to be a loving person.
Loving someone isn't about me,
it's not really about how I want to give and receive love.
It's all about finding out how people feel loved and doing that.
Love is patient, Love is kind, it doesn't envy, it doesn't boast, it's not proud, it isn't rude, it's not self seeking, it's not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love doesn't delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
Tuesday, 12 March 2013
6 months in Africa
On Friday I've been here 6 months - wow! That went quickly!
How do you sum that up?
Fun, challenging, spider, healings, Kids, laughter, no money, schools, stuck in mud, secret lakes, church in the bush, photos, blogs, friends, nshima, pig for Christmas, Zimbabwe holiday, crickets, star looking, More schools, unexpected gifts, curries, nandos, singing early in the morning, no tv, smelly feet, dodgy Internet, phone calls and Skype dates, many visits and short termers, dogs, chocolate, African quest drinks, Maka-Maka, icecream, coffee, reading, paperwork, theft, bank problems, Christmas hygge meals, new year fireworks, tears, power cuts, mustaches, maggots, snakes, ridiculous jokes and shared humor, Miranda, ssssss, Gilmore girls, village walks, bikes, swims, red skin, more kids, letters from home, container clothes, $1 business plans, haircut in 7 minutes, passports and work permits, police stations, hospital visits, neck scarves, data entry, push cars, shoes, boobs, handshakes, African rain, courgettes, drive thru tomato shacks, fun afternoons, adventures, the farm, Catherine, folded underwear, red earth, potholes, chapel, homemade bread, sausages, airplanes, Jesus, curtains, sunshine, wordless communication, the rat, misunderstandings, naps, eggs, bandanas, sofa, African markets, movie nights, biscuits and Chocolate cake, frikadeller, cabbage, turmeric, sun cream, boys, candles, ants, shared fruit trees, chicken!
Wow!
What a 6 months!
How do you sum that up?
Fun, challenging, spider, healings, Kids, laughter, no money, schools, stuck in mud, secret lakes, church in the bush, photos, blogs, friends, nshima, pig for Christmas, Zimbabwe holiday, crickets, star looking, More schools, unexpected gifts, curries, nandos, singing early in the morning, no tv, smelly feet, dodgy Internet, phone calls and Skype dates, many visits and short termers, dogs, chocolate, African quest drinks, Maka-Maka, icecream, coffee, reading, paperwork, theft, bank problems, Christmas hygge meals, new year fireworks, tears, power cuts, mustaches, maggots, snakes, ridiculous jokes and shared humor, Miranda, ssssss, Gilmore girls, village walks, bikes, swims, red skin, more kids, letters from home, container clothes, $1 business plans, haircut in 7 minutes, passports and work permits, police stations, hospital visits, neck scarves, data entry, push cars, shoes, boobs, handshakes, African rain, courgettes, drive thru tomato shacks, fun afternoons, adventures, the farm, Catherine, folded underwear, red earth, potholes, chapel, homemade bread, sausages, airplanes, Jesus, curtains, sunshine, wordless communication, the rat, misunderstandings, naps, eggs, bandanas, sofa, African markets, movie nights, biscuits and Chocolate cake, frikadeller, cabbage, turmeric, sun cream, boys, candles, ants, shared fruit trees, chicken!
Wow!
What a 6 months!
Wednesday, 6 March 2013
Overcoming fear
Please accept my apologies for the absence of blogets in the past few weeks.
The long and short was I got a bag stolen that had my laptop, camera, passport and other bits and bobs in it, so little access to such luxuries has made blogets challenging.
But I'm back thanks to a wonderful little iPad.
This week I flew to Lusaka to get all the relevant new paperwork sorted and realized in doing so had to confront a few fears that i have lived with for years and have been until now easy to disguise.
Although I have flown all over the world I get anxious and prefer to not do it alone. I like my own company but the thought of staying in a hotel/holiday place on my own was until now something I would avoid at all costs. My biggest fear by far in all of this was eating in a restaurant on my own, the thought of it brought a minefield of paranoia and anxiety. Whilst in the uk I had tried to make steps out of this by purposely going to costa on my own with a book, both time I tried were frankly horrible.
So what do you do. . .
I have to go, I have to get this paperwork....
Flying went very well, small plane but smooth journey this time and I even enjoyed it.
Lusaka Backpackers is a warm and social setting, made a few friends last time I was there, few anxious moments but ..... I enjoyed it.
And then the big one.
I'm sat in my room, I'm hungry, I could stay hungry or just go for it....
Half an hour later and a Nandos chicken salad later, I eat and leave, but I have this sense of crossing a line.
The next evening is my last in the capital and I dream about what I would really like to eat.... Of course, fillet steak with mushroom sauce fills my mind. I figure the longer I think about it, the harder it will be. Can I recommend "spurs" if you are ever in southern Africa, it's gooooood food and I enjoyed the whole experience, I sat in peace, enjoyed the atmosphere and loved people watching as I waited for my,delicious by the way, dinner. I finished and just sat, breathing it all in.
I have lived with irritating fears my whole life, some of them related to memories but some just because.
I'm on a quest to not live with them anymore .
They stop me enjoying every moment, they hinder my love of life and I wasn't born to be held by them.
Here's to increased freedom and being able to laugh at how stupid they were after walking through them and enjoying it.
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