Today was the shortest of all our walks, so far, thanks to needing to do some household tasks (Choresday Thoresday strikes again!) and the very changeable weather today.
And the walk that we did go on didn’t exactly go to plan but we did it and every day can’t be a 12,000’er so I think we’re still doing great.
Every Easter for the past couple of years, Granton Parish Church has had a basic wooden cross in its garden with a basket of ribbons beside it. The idea being to take a moment, say a prayer and tie a ribbon around the tree. We’ve done it most years that I can remember. It’s always been something we’ve done at Easter and that Wee Daftie enjoys.
Seeing as tomorrow is Good Friday, I figured today would be a good day to head to the church and have moment of calm and reflection.
So after a morning of craft and a homemade pizza lunch, we wrapped up a bit and headed out.
To our dismay, the cross isn’t there this year! While momentarily disappointed, we rallied and took a longer walk home, trying to avoid the winds and rain. We weren’t that successful as we both arrived home soggy but we did enjoy our walk, even if it wasn’t exactly as planned.
I come from a very strong family of faith and I am grateful for that. It has been a blessing, no pun intended, to know that there have been pockets of people praying for and caring for us from afar. It doesn’t change what happened. It doesn’t make it easier but it has definitely helped feeling so surrounded.
I also think it has made being separated from my family through all this a bit easier knowing that they have been surrounded and supported too. I talk about Daddy Daftie and I losing a daughter but Wee Daftie lost a little sister, my sisters lost a niece and my parents lots a granddaughter.
One of my favourite things gifted to us was a prayer shawl. My Biggest Sister’s church have a beautiful group of women who knit blankets and shawls as means of comfort for people going through a time when they need something extra. And then they pray over them.
Biggest Sis mentioned in a different prayer meeting what had happened and these lovely humans decided that we should receive one. It is beautiful. It’s such a simple thing but having this connection to not only a caring group of women I may never meet but also to Saoirse is so special to me.
I wore it for Saoirse’s service and I sleep with it under my pillow.
It’s amazing how a piece of fabric can mean so much but it does and I’m grateful for it and what it stands for.
The rest of our day was significantly drier and filled with finishing off our bug hotel.
Since we moved in December 2023 and acquired a garden, we have been slowly on a mission to fill it with things. From the BBQ and garden furniture last summer to the plants and veggies we’re attempting this year, a bug hotel seemed like a braw addition! Just need the glue and paint to dry and we can let it take its place outside.
Today didn’t fully go to plan but neither does life sometimes. So who knows what tomorrow will bring!
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