tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384149052009-10-14T07:12:06.818+01:00Shatterproof is my new blog for 2007. 2006 was the year of the Jo. 2007 is about that solid core inside me that keeps me from shattering completely. 2007 is about God, and the transformation of me and my life I hope for in Him. Welcome readers, old and new, to ShatterproofCalia77noreply@blogger.comBlogger186125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38414905.post-35445383632584325772007-12-27T20:28:00.000Z2007-12-27T20:30:00.860Z

I've started a new blog for 2008, Just one step at a time.

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Christmas. I reckon a lot of you out there are excited about Christmas and spending time with your family. And I reckon another load of you are, if not dreading it, at least facing it with some trepidation because of family.Family's a funny thing. You (generally) can't choose it. Those you share genes with you have no choice about. Those who become part of the family because of love, again you

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A Story About ForgivenessAt that point Peter got up the nerve to ask, "Master, how many times do I forgive a brother or sister who hurts me? Seven?"Jesus replied, "Seven! Hardly. Try seventy times seven."The kingdom of God is like a king who decided to square accounts with his servants. As he got under way, one servant was brought before him who had run up a debt of a hundred thousand dollars. He

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Hat tip to Sarah for this.

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'THE REASON YOU DON'T HAVE WHAT YOU WANT IS...YOU DON'T ASK GOD.' JAMES 4:2Imagine walking into a restaurant on a whim and asking if your order is ready. 'When did you call it in?' the waiter asks. 'Oh I didn't,' you reply, 'I just thought perhaps you'd have something with my name on it.' Sound ridiculous? No more so than expecting God to answer requests you haven't made; in faith, believing.

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Post 280 from The Ongoing Adventures of ASBO Jesus.(Hat tip to Sarah.)

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I can't believe it's almost December. Where has the year gone to? Though having said that, I've been through a lot in 11 months. I've learned a lot. I think I may even have grown somewhat during this time.I've learned that no matter how strong we think we are, somethings get the better of us.I've learned that not matter what we've done, God still loves us.I've learned that those who profess to be

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So, I texted the guy Sunday. He texted back Monday and I replied later that day. I've heard nothing since.I get the hint. Hard to miss, really.It's funny, isn't it? We pursue people - he did a good job of that, which was nice, the first time I've really been chased before - and then we meet them. And then... well, people aren't always what they seem, are they?I guess I would have been deluding

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"Jo is happy because she had a man in her bed last night and is pleased her virtue is still intact and pleasantly surprised that not all men seem to want to get into her knickers straightaway and thinks maybe there are some nice guys who like her out there after all"Probably not the status to share when friends and family are your Facebook friends.So I saw the guy again Friday night. Brought him

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It went well. Though the proof is always in the pudding - or rather, in whether the guy calls again.We walked. As much as I love to eat, my preferred first date is always something where you're more likely to talk about some really random things - and learn a lot more about the person. My ideal first date (and I've done this twice) - is the fun fair!So last night we walked down to Oxford St, then

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I'm a sucker for romance. A fool for love. Blah, blah, blah.Anyway, Friday night. Long story. Basically, after working late on a stunt went back to the pub to see the pretty barman. One thing after another and, well... Oh, OK, I have to tell the story.One of my friends was left in the bar when I got there. Her sister then turned up and we went for food. Barman wanted to know if I was coming back

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How long until I can stop beating myself up about the chef?How long before I stop telling people?Have I just shot myself in the foot by telling someone? A certain barman I've taken a liking to.How long do I have to punish myself for?

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Ah, the pretty barman! Ah. Bless him! A friend at work got a text from him Tuesday night (he'd got her number from the other barman who has her number - still with me?) to tell her he wasn't sleeping because I hadn't called him! Bless him!It's funny. I remembered this evening the first time I saw him in the pub I thought 'Oh, hello!' (yes, I know I do that a lot), then 'he'd never be interested

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Nothing major to report, I just liked the pictures and love this song!Went to cinema with blind date guy last week. Still not overly sure, but as long as I don't promise anything I can't see why going out as friends is a bad thing. He did send a text at the weekend suggesting we go to the British Museum. But I told him I had no weekends until January - which I thought was true! But I may be wrong

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Men are like buses. You wait for ages for one to come along, then a whole bunch turn up together. Though, they're often not the right one!Two barmen at the local bar to where I work seem keen. Another case of being friendly! But... one of them's 19! And the other - cute, but... Well, we shall see.Oh, and I'm going on a second date with the blind date I went on a few weeks ago. Nice guy, but there

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Today I had a conversation with a certain young man I work with. I told him that the things that had happened between us were not going to happen again. I like him, I fancy him, but it would never be more than that and I didn't want to wreck his marriage or my chances of meeting someone for just a wee fling.That took some doing. That's the first time I've told a guy I really like 'No'. It was

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"Often people attempt to live their lives backwards; they try to have more things, or more money, in order to do more of what they want, so they will be happier. The way it actually works is the reverse. You must first be who you really are, then do what you need to do, in order to have what you want."~Margaret YoungSometimes it takes while to find out who you are.

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My current Facebook song lyric status tells the world I'm holding out for a hero. Am I? I'd like to think I am, but sometimes I'm just holding out for the first man that walks across my path.I went to a Christian singles party last weekend. The high point of the party was bumping into the guy I met at the last party, who I went on 2 dates with and he told me there was no chemistry (I think I

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As part of my spiritual direction session, my director asked me what one thing I could do to get towards my goal of feeling more connected with God. My answer was to read the Bible. But how? Although an avid reader, I find it hard to read the Bible - what a confession for a Christian, eh? And then it came to me - I could blog it!So, over the next 4 weeks I'm going to blog the book of James on my

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I've made contact with a spiritual director. Left a message and waiting for her to call back.First steps...

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I've always had this fear of overseas mission. It's three-fold, really. Firstly, I've never thought I have the skills people would need, or live the life (ironically I typed 'lie' then, not life!) that would be good enough to be someone who does mission.Secondly, I've often thought there's enough to do here, why do I go there?Thirdly, I don't like creepy crawlies, I'm not great with flying, my

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I'm off to Greenbelt from Thursday through to Tuesday. Yay!I'm volunteering at the Organic Beer Tent - a happy Jo will emerge. A Christian festival and being a barmaid - what more could she want?See ya next week. If you're there - check me out at the Organic Beer tent.

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1. Yourself: trouble2. Your spouse: none3. Your hair: medium4. Your mother: tired5. Your father: boring6. Your favorite item: camera7. Your dream last night: crazy8. Your favorite drink: Ribena9. Your dream car: affordable10. The room you are in: bedroom11. Your ex: idiot12. Your fear: unlovable13. What you want to be in 10 years: free14. Who you hung out with last night: family15. What you're

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I've found details of a Christian counselor near me. My vicar's also talked about finding me a spiritual director. I feel stuck. I know I need to re-connect with God, but I don't know how to do it. And I don't feel safe enough anywhere to be vulnerable and be prayed for a new anointing of the Holy Spirit. Because I know it could get messy.So I'm living this life that seems to be going nowhere,

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I was visting friends last week and thought their fridge Homer looked a little under-dressed. On going to remedy that, I found these clothes for him. The irony is not lost on me.The boys - and I - were all a little shame-faced yesterday morning, my first day back in the office after 'the incident'. Too right we should be!!! T, the more persistent of the 2 (Bad Chef, we call him, as opposed to

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