Today, after days of hot and humid weather, I was able to spend a couple of hours in the garden trimming and pottering.
The white climbing rose as never flowered so well and it’s finally actually climbing the arch.
Lorikeets have been in the garden most of the day but if I’m to close, they wait in the trees beyond the fence until I move away from the arch and bird bath.
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Why is it that when I plan to spend time writing, I’m needed by everybody?
Why is it that when I’m relaxing, someone wants something?
Why is it when I’m sleeping that someone phones me?
Why is it that when I’m about to eat, there’s a knock on the door?
Why is it that when I want to shut down the computer, an email/ message comes in?
Don’t get me wrong, I do get to write…
Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to help…
Don’t get me wrong, I love people who phone…
Don’t get me wrong, I love having visitors…
Don’t get me wrong, there are only spam emails I dislike…
I just wish at times I have more time to write.
I just wish at times I had superpowers.
I just wish at times I could answer in my sleep.
I just wish at times people come earlier and eat with me.
I just wish at times my computer answers emails for me.
by me: Chrissy Siggee
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From the Archives:
‘Daddy! There’s a tiger in our garden!’
‘Really? I hope not. He might dig up the watermelon seeds.’
‘Should we feed the tiger so he won’t come and eat us up?’
‘OK. Why don’t you get Mummy’s kitchen scrap-bucket while I’ll put on my garden shoes?’
‘I have my garden shoes on all ready. Look, Mummy tied the laces. Do you think tigers wear garden shoes too?’
‘Well, we’ll soon find out, my young tiger hunter.’
‘Up on my shoulders you go. You can be the lookout.’
‘Yippee! I can see the whole garden up here. Look! Paw prints. It looks like the tiger has been out all night. Daddy, do you think the tiger might be sleeping?’
‘Could be. We will have to keep very quiet so we don’t wake him.’
‘caw caw‘
‘Look Daddy! It’s a crow. Let me down because he might get me. He could be the tiger’s friend. He might tell him we’re in the garden.’
‘Look over here. This is a lady bug?’
‘Why do they call em’ lady bugs?’
‘I’m not sure. Maybe it’s because they are so petite. Look at her tiny wings.’
‘Oh, look Daddy, the watermelon seeds are popping out.’
‘Yes, they are. Feel the little green shoot. Soon it will grow along the ground into a big vine and we will have lots of watermelons to eat.’
‘Yuck! Daddy, there’s a snail.’ He pointed.
‘We can’t have snails eating our seedlings, can we? We should put him on the compost heap. He can’t do any harm there.’
‘Come on Daddy, we have to feed the tiger.’
‘Be careful where you walk. The garden is a bit overgrown near the shed. We might clean it up next weekend. What do you think?’
‘Oh no, Daddy! Where will the tiger live?’
‘You have a point there. Here we are. Empty the scraps onto the compost pile.’
‘Daddy, can we empty the scraps for Mummy tomorrow? There might be a dinosaur in our garden.’
© Chrissy Siggee
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John 15:8-10
Herein is my Father glorified, that ye bear much fruit; so, shall ye be my disciples. As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you: continue ye in my love. If ye keep my commandments, ye shall abide in my love; even as I have kept my Father’s commandments, and abide in his love.
The Word of God breathes the spirit of love. God is love. There are over 450 references to love in the Bible. Our Christian faith is based on love: a love that sacrificed His life so we could live.
In 1 John 3:23 we read that there is a new commandment from God, that we should believe in his Son, Jesus Christ, and love one another.
It’s not always easy to love and sometimes it’s easier not to love. Or is it? Often the consequences of not loving others as we should can be destructive to ourselves and those we do love.
How often do we choose not to love someone because of their behavior, lifestyle or simply being afraid to love them? I have a couple of friends who fear being hurt. They have chosen not to love, and in doing so have cut themselves off from so many who love them. They believe they are happy and don’t need love from others. I find their choice to be a very sad and lonely one.
If God is love and we are to live in love, we need to rethink His commandments.
If there’s someone in your life you are struggling to show love to, ask God to reveal how you can. Seek His wisdom in dealing with those who hurt you or agitate you and show them His love today.
Be encouraged… 1 John 4:7 Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and everyone that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.
Father, in your great mercy, help me to show your love to those whom I find hard to love. Help me forgive those who have not shown love and grace to me so they may see Jesus in my life. Amen.
© Chrissy Siggee
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Living with Chronic Illness
Crickets chant and shadows dance…
Moonbeams peek through distant trees,
Where birds sing in hypnotic trance
That seems to echo beyond the seas.
Clouds drift by, and stars shine…
Leaves rustle with the evening breeze,
Bringing peaceful charm to God’s design,
And tames the night owl with new ease.
Creation sleeps and nature rests…
Summer’s fragrance fills the air,
In His presence, I am blessed
To end the day with evening prayer.
© Chrissy Siggee
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“Together Forever” was included in the Wedding notices. We’re half way there! 😉
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COmE, dANce WiTh mE
DaNCiNg couples enhanced my mood
Lights dimmed and music subdued.
This man intrigued me – he sat alone;
Rumour had him single and smart.
Will he consider a dAnCe with me?
He looked at me – I looked away.
Doubt disappeared – I met his gaze.
He smiled at me – I think I blushed.
Is it possible? – Is he the one?
He rose from his chair and walked my way;
I sat quite still, frozen in time –
Preoccupied with sweet fantasies.
With a princely bow, he took my hand,
His eyes spoke volumes; I rose to dANce
A foretaste of our love and romance.
daNce
Daydreams mingled with our DancE,
Nothing ever happens by chance.
We married young – knew nothing of life,
We lived simply and loved each other
We knew we could dAnCe without a doubt.
We dreamed our dreams, we knew your hearts;
Through the years we dANcE as one.
We learned to commit – we cherish our love
To dANcE with you – for a lifetime, no less!
We nurtured our DanCe and learned new moves
From hip-hop kids to break-dance teens,
found new routines and danCed each one.
You showed me how to refine our dAnCe
With true love – the order of each day
We progressed to classical ballet.
DaNCe
The sands of time continue to flow,
Neither age nor pain will end this daNCe.
We dANceD yesterday. We DanCEd today.
We’ll DaNcE tomorrow, this dANce of life.
We might not have dAnCeD – we took a chance.
Your true commitment never fails
because you dAncE with love in your heart.
You love me the way I am – I know,
Always have – right from our very first DAnCE!
In the stillness of the night, you hold me
For always – I will daNce with you
Devotion and love are ours – it’s true.
A lifetime of memories stirs from within,
Our dAnCe is still to the finest degree
Because I accepted – and you DanCED with me.
dANcE
First published © Chrissy Siggee – 2018
Dedicated to my husband, Norm.
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From the Archives:
One day I gave my life to Jesus,
I was only six years old you know—
My soul I knew, was not my own.
To church we went but once a week,
It was like that every Sunday—
My soul went with me, like always.
The church we went to was so big,
All the people and the noise they made,
Within my soul, I was afraid.
I didn’t know the preacher that day,
He talked about lilies and sparrow birds—
My soul was alert, to these words.
My soul is worth far more than these,
Jesus died for me; why that’s absurd!
What is this, my soul has heard?
Then finally some words I understood,
This man was talking right to me—
Yes, into my soul, he could see.
I heard the choir sing “Just as I am,”
They sang those words so bold—
And to my soul, they were like gold.
Wake up my child, this is for you,
A family ticket I cannot give—
For this your soul, it needs to live.’
An altar call the preacher made,
What will you do with Jesus today?
As for my soul and I, we did obey.
I walked on by my mum and dad,
My brothers and my sister too;
I think my soul it knew, just what to do.
I prayed a prayer I won’t forget,
I have remembered it to this day—
My life and soul, to God I gave.
Now one day I will live with Him,
And no matter how long I will be known—
This soul of mine, it’s not my own.
© Chrissy Siggee
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My heart reaches out
with a passion for your peace.
Your love flows through me
like a river going home.
I stand in awe
at your loveliness.
I lift my hands
to praise your name.
…and I have a passion for my Lord.
I want to serve him more
in everything I do as…
My soul reaches out
with a passion for your love.
Your arms surrounds me
as a mother holds her child.
I kneel here now
in your presence Lord.
I lift my eyes
to see your face.
…and I have a passion for my Lord.
I want to serve him more
in everything I do as…
My mind reaches out
with a passion for your Word.
Your presence overwhelms
as I sit here at your feet.
I lift my heart
in obedience.
I bow my head
to worship you.
…and I have passion for my Lord.
I want to serve him more
in everything I do.
© Chrissy Siggee – 2006
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The rhythm of the rain gently declares its message,
Its gentleness soothes my soul;
Silent birds make known the impending cooler day—
I snuggle deep beneath the covers.
© Chrissy Siggee – https://riversidepeace.com/
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My heart is overwhelmed
with a desire I will try to describe.
Within me now, there’s a higher realm;
a realm of glory that will abide.
It’s like a volcano
that trembles beneath.
It’s roaring up
about to erupt.
It’s a mighty glow
like lava it flows.
It’s a heart on fire;
my great desire.
My heart is overflowing
with a joy I cannot really explain.
Within me now, there’s a joyful praising;
a praising of my Saviours name.
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Hebrews 13: 5 says: Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.
My grandmother used to have some funny sayings that left me wondering. One of these sayings was: I’m as contented as an old cow put out to pasture. It was like she was trying to teach us something but I was too young to understand.
We all understand contentment in our own way just as we are all different in our own likes and dislikes. Contentment is a satisfaction or an accomplishment in something we have achieved, or in life itself. I would be surprised if my grandmother hadn’t found satisfaction in her senior years.
I’ve met people who are never contented. They always want the ‘greener pastures’ just beyond the fence. And, although striving for a better job, a better lifestyle or a better future can be a good thing, we need to be careful about how we achieve our goals.
Do we allow the temptations of cutting corners, taking advantage of others or neglecting our priorities in our attempt for a better life? Do we compromise our Christian beliefs or family’s needs? We need to take a good look at our actions and the motives behind our actions to get to where we want to be. Sometimes we need to take a step back and be contented. If we allow God to use what we have He will take us forward into the desires of our hearts, if it’s in His plan.
1 Timothy 6:6 “But godliness with contentment is great gain”
© Chrissy Siggee 2018
Scripture Verses used are from the King James Version of the Bible
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By the time you read this, I should have had my surgery, or going into theatre. I’ll be home tonight. It will be over and done with and ready for physio before Christmas. It’s just another small arthritis hic-cup in my life.
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Some things don’t feel right.
Unpleasant confrontations generate a mood of sadness.
Shivers torment already traumatised nerves,
like fingernails dragged across a blackboard.
Yet, there’s nought to fear.
Some things are not right.
Hostility clutches hold with naive dishonesties
and confusion creeps in with unsuspected lies.
Cold fingers of fear grip with malicious rumours.
Yet, there’s nought to fear.
Some things are never right.
Malice and corruption run amok in a violated world
with greed and self-absorption taking hold.
Unpredicted anguish and hearts full of darkness.
Yet, there’s nought to fear.
Some things can be made right.
Terrors of the night flee with the promise of the sunrise.
Integrity re-established to transform thoughts
to benefit the practice of honest, uncorrupted lives.
Yes, there’s nought to fear.
© Chrissy Siggee -2019
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James 1:5: If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.
Hebrews 4:12: For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.
We all have times in our lives when we need to make decisions. You know the type: those decisions that require wisdom. This kind of wisdom can only be found in Christ; wisdom we need to seek through His Word. However, Scripture is not a catalogue of “do’s and do nots” of all matters of life, but it is critical to rely on prayer.
If you have read any of my other devotions you would know how vital prayer is in my life. Prayer, and the seeking direction through the word of God, will give us the result of wise decisions.
Scripture consists largely of general and specific principles in particular contexts to which they apply. Because of this, decisions cannot be made without taking them to the Lord in prayer. We need to express our needs, our desires, and our hopes. Give Him the glory for all he has done for us and what He will continue to do. He knows our needs before we ask, but we need to ask first, wait, and listen.
Simple? No. I know many times that by simply asking, waiting, and listening, doesn’t always disclose His direction immediately. However, His direction on how to seek wisdom, and why, is clear:
Howbeit when he, the Spirit of truth, is come, he will guide you into all truth: for he shall not speak of himself; but whatsoever he shall hear, that shall he speak: and he will shew you things to come. John 16:13
May God lead you into His wisdom and show you direction for those decisions you need to make.
© Chrissy Siggee
Scripture Verses used are from the King James Version of the Bible
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It was nice to get away for a few days last week. These are just a few photos we took while roaming Charlesworth Beach in Coffs Harbour N.S.W. Our time away was relaxing and enjoyable. Pool, gym, spa and walking. Oh, and of course a little bit of shopping.
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James 4:8: Come near to God and he will come near to you. Wash your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. (NIV)
My desire to grow closer to my God is overwhelming. There’s a need for Him to replenish my dwindling strength to fill my heart. I acknowledge my Lord’s perfection and my own sinful weakness. Gifts and talents mean nothing if He’s not the centre of my life, and I always keep seeing the art of losing myself in His presence.
I’m conscious of God’s love and His presence refreshes my soul. His majestic glory floods my constantly craving heart and my spirit rises to new heights of joyfulness and victory. Even in the face of unanswered prayer, I am full of gratitude because His divine presence is sufficient for me.
I genuinely desire more time with Him. In His presence, and by prayer and supplication, I will make my requests known to God. He is infinite in holiness and power; I am sinful and weak. I will pray with assurance knowing the Father does all things well.
Jesus, I ask that You cause me to desire to draw near to You above everything else. Help me to see clearly when I can set aside time to spend with You and help me never to compromise that time. Amen
Chrissy Siggee
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Amelia’s book titled ‘Amelia’s Holiday with Ma & Pa’ has arrived. As you can see, Pa is very proud of of Amelia. So too is her Ma.
Amelia created this 35 page book and presented it as a travel guide filled with information about where she visited including galleries, museums, wetlands, historical buildings and more. The title page was her creation too. Photos by Amelia, Ma & Pa were mostly placed by her. She also wrote a poem about whales. – Well done Amelia. We are so pleased you enjoyed your pre-highschool holiday with us.
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Dreams
A dream can be something you imagine –
Some dreams are sad or scary
Some may even be happy.
~
Don’t dream of falling into a chasm –
Some dreams can be disgusting
Some dreams smell like a nappy. – ewww!
by Amelia Siggee – aged 11
Note: Nappy – Aussie for diaper
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Greens galore. Does anyone have a recipe that will use LOTS of spinach? We keep picking and it keeps growing. The lettuce, cucumber, salad capsicums and snap peas are growing well too. It’s a garden of greenness and abundance.
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O taste and see all things He has done—
there’s naught but good in our LORD,
His gentleness touches every life
and took our place on the cross for us.
He takes the shame when we yield to Him
all sin and grief are buried from sight…
He speaks to hearts and calms all fear,
and stood in our stead and bore our sin.
Do not grieve nor hold to your guilt and sin,
but leave it all at the cross of the Father’s Son—
Jesus gave His life, His all, for you and me
and lives forever and reigns on high.
You can take joy in what I tell you here,
for the LORD will hear your every plea…
His sons and daughters, yes, we are His heirs
, and takes us by His hand to lead us home.
Trust in this LORD, our God, and King,
for no one, can match His worthiness
Take Him for what He says He is
and know He is the LORD of lords.
© Chrissy Siggee – 2010
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We haven’t grown potatoes in our garden previously but after we have had thriving spinach for three years in the same plot, it was time for some soil regeneration. There’s more to dig up when we have eaten these. Of course, we didn’t go without spinach for very long. They happily grew from seed in another plot where the previous season of lettuce grew. More about our green vegetables next time on…🦋 I’m in the Garden
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We have just returned our granddaughter, Amelia, to her home in Sydney after a full week of non-stop activities. We explored wetlands, visited aircraft and historical museums. We also visited the Koala Hospital, a Butterfly House, indigenous art galleries and walked on a sky bridge high on a mountain. We went whale watching on a catamaran and did lots of hiking. Amelia also got to swim with dolphins. We took hundreds of photos – many we haven’t sorted through as yet. Now, for a week of sleep.
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Sixty days she walked alone,
counting memories along the way.
She stumbled every now and then
but knew she couldn’t fall.
Her mind was full of images;
her heart was full of grief.
Too many nights alone,
many days that would not end.
Now she sits on her garden seat,
bought together one summer’s day.
Tears spilled down her cheeks
lost in a world without her Paul.
She knows her life must go on;
her mind still filled with disbelief.
With every breath it hurt,
alone, she could comprehend.
One day she’ll fall in love once more,
with a restored heart to give away.
For now, she lives with memories
that she cannot help recall.
His presence’s felt all around;
memories bring fruitless relief.
Worst of all, no doubt about it,
she had lost her very best friend.
Autumn leaves fall to the ground,
like the tears they portray.
Her face stings with salty wetness—
she wipes them away with assurance.
She’ll face new challenges boldly;
yet still, sorrow will not be brief.
Time will heal and life will go on,
and her mourning heart will mend.
© Chrissy Siggee – 2019
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We traveled to Sydney on the weekend and returned with Amelia, our middle granddaughter for a week’s holiday. To pass the time on the long road trip, she used her creativity on her phone and tablet. These were just to good to delete.
They now feature on her phone contacts. She made one for each of her contacts which are highly restricted by her mum and dad.
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I very much enjoy having Norm in retirement but I also enjoy a day once in awhile on my own. Saturday was one such day. Most of the morning I spent in the garden and my very own garden shed. – now completed. https://riversidepeace.com/2024/09/16/a-shed-almost-complete/
The morning concluded by indulging in a favourite meal of salmon, corn on the cob, garden greens, a tiny portion of cheese and a dash of mayonnaise. Oh… and I even partook of a half a glass of Cabernet Merlot.
I also took advantage of having the place to myself all afternoon by doing some of the things I love to do indoors. I made cards for up coming family events and birthdays, posted on Riverside Peace and caught up on what fellow bloggers were writing, all while I listened to, and watched YouTube worship music tracks on our big screen TV. All because I could. 🙂
Later I continued with my online Biblical Hebrew learning which I’ve been enjoying so far. I also caught up on the ironing – my least favourite chore but it didn’t take long.
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John 15:8-10 (KJV)
Herein is my Father glorified, that ye bear much fruit; so, shall ye be my disciples. As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you: continue ye in my love. If ye keep my commandments, ye shall abide in my love; even as I have kept my Father’s commandments, and abide in his love.
The Word of God breathes the spirit of love. God is love. There are over 450 references to love in the Bible. Our Christian faith is based on love: a Love that sacrificed His life so we could live.
In 1 John 3:23, we read that there is a new commandment from God, that we should believe in his Son, Jesus Christ, and love one another.
It’s not always easy to love and sometimes it’s easier not to love. Or is it? Often the consequences of not loving others as we should can be destructive to ourselves and those we do love.
How often do we choose not to love someone because of their behavior, lifestyle or simply being afraid to love them? I have a couple of friends who fear being hurt. They have chosen not to love, and in doing so have cut themselves off from so many who love them. They believe they are happy and don’t need love from others. I find their choice to be a very sad and lonely one.
If God is love and we are to live in love, we should be following all His commandments. They are all focused on his love.
If there’s someone in your life you are struggling to show love to, ask God to reveal how you can. Seek His wisdom in dealing with those who hurt you or agitate you and show them His love today.
Be encouraged… 1 John 4:7 Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and everyone that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.
Father, in your great mercy, help me to show your love to those whom I find hard to love. Help me forgive those who have not shown love and grace to me so they may see Jesus in my life. Amen.
© Chrissy Siggee
Question time:
How many times does the word love appear in the text above? I will accept words that include love.
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I would love to read your comments.
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A 2 man job. Takes 2 hours. – Well in theory, and if the instructions are clear. It’s been a worthwhile project though and with the assistance from a couple of neighbours it’s almost completed. The sliding doors are all that needs to be added and Norm is doing this as I’m writing. I’ll post an update when it fully assembled. I’ll be able to keep all my gardening tools, pots, bits and pieces a whole lot tidier.
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I was looking through a few old USB sticks when I found this. It made me laugh. I had forgotten all about it. I also found the story which I have posted below. I can’t remember where it was published but it was at least 10 years ago.
Granny Bike
‘This is the Police! Come out with your hands in the air!’
Three police cars had parked strategically around the front of the gas station, where an alarm had been activated. There had been a spate of break-ins and they had finally caught the culprit—in the act. Fire-arms used in the previous two robberies made the police nervous and they were ordered to guard themselves behind their cars. Neighbours awakened by the early dawn invasion, gathered cautiously outside their homes to observe the commotion.
‘“’Do you hear me? This is Police Officer Brody. Come out with your hands up!’
The door opened slowly revealing a petite laced-up boot. The officers dropped down behind their vehicles; guns cocked.
‘Please don’t shoot,’ came a quiet shaky voice that was barely audible.
The door opened a little further and an elderly woman hobbled out, stooped low and walking with a cane.
‘What the…? Ma’am, please step out in the open and put down your… cane.’
She dropped the cane and raised her hands as far as her skinny arms would take them.
Officer Brody stepped forward to access the situation and motioned Police Officer Mandy Walters to carry out a body search. Brody steadied the shaken old lady with his powerful hand under her elbow. Officer Walters placed the crooked walking stick back into an arthritic hand and stepped back.
With an indignant expression, the woman faced the officer in charge. ‘I think there’s been a mistake. You see, I left my keys in the bathroom and when I went back in to get them, I noticed I had grease on my clothes.’ She rubbed at the spot on her weathered skirt. ‘I tried to wash it, but I had to take it off because the skirt wouldn’t reach the faucet. I locked myself in so no one would disturb me. Unfortunately, I think the nice young man behind the counter must’ve closed up for the night and didn’t realize I was still there.’
‘Where’s your car, ma’am?’
‘Oh, no sir! I don’t own a car.’ She lifted her cane and pointed with her bent fingers past the squad cars and confused police officers. ‘That’s my motorcycle.’ A Harley Davison sheltered under an ancient oak tree, glistened in the morning sunlight.
‘Ma’am, I find this all hard to believe. Tell me how you were in there all night without triggering the alarm?’
‘Well, you see… I sat on the lid of toilet seat to adjust my tights and I slipped off into the corner. I was stuck and didn’t have the energy to get up until this morning. When I left the bathroom, I discovered I couldn’t get out; so I shook the door. That pesky alarm just kept screaming at me.’
Brody scratched his head, completely mesmerized while she shuffled towards the Harley across the road. She mounted the motorcycle with only a little difficulty, placed an opened-face helmet over her greying, outdated hairstyle, and turned the key. The engine started up with a roar. Thrusting the cane into a side pouch, she flipped the kick-stand up and drove off in one smooth movement.
Officer Brody glanced at a smug-faced Walters before replacing his gun into its holster. ‘What are you looking at? You can do the report when we get back.’
© Chrissy Siggee
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Much to the disgust of the Lorikeets, young Magpies are visiting the garden at feed time. They soon found there was enough food around the garden for all.
The Farm is thriving. We recently planted tomatoes, capsicum and cucumbers to add to the mass of lettuce that keeps growing. The neighbours don’t mind though. We’ll be picking all our salad vegetables as we need them real soon.
Those tall plants sharing the plot with yet another sun flower, are potatoes. Our first crop in the garden. We have grown potatoes in garden bags but they didn’t produce much. We’re waiting in eagerness to see how many potatoes we will harvest later in the year. Spring irises, hyacinths and pansies are also showing their true colours this year. I think there are a few tulips in there too. We’ll see.
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James 1:8 “A double minded man is unstable in all his ways.”
James 4:8 “Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you. Cleanse your hands, ye sinners; and purify your hearts, ye double minded.”
It never ceases to amaze me how people can say one thing and do another. Or, how people act one way in public and then act differently behind closed doors.
I think we all can be guilty of deceit or pretense to create a better image of ourselves in the eyes of others, but God sees all and never turns a blind eye to sin. I also believe we should seek to do what is right and not at the expense of trying to deceive…or, for our own gain. We need to reconsider our ways, speak truth and serve Him with a humble heart.
Why do we do the things we do?
Why do we say the things we say?
Sometimes we need to re-evaluate our motives. Sometimes we have to check our behaviour in the sight of the Lord, and in the eyes of others. We can only live truthful lives with cleansed hearts before God…and renewed minds to serve Him in a way that is honourable.
Surely, we all want to live as we ought, represent the truth of The Word, and show integrity in all we do—seen and unseen. Don’t be double minded but seek to do what is right in His eyes and others.
Father, teach us to speak with integrity to honour you. Cleanse our heart and mind so that, in all we do, we do to reflect the life of Your son, Jesus. Amen.
© Chrissy Siggee 2018
Scripture Verses used are from the King James Version of the Bible
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Jesus speaks to open hearts
Fills them with His awesome love.
Through Him, we seek a healing touch
and feel his presence near.
Father, move within our hearts
Change our lives and set us free.
At the cross, we bear our all
and find an answer there.
Holy Spirit, seeks my willing heart
to hear and obey his holy word.
Let my heart be open to your voice
and heed the message of your love.
© Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
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Good friends never say goodbye. They simply say, ‘see you soon’.
My dearest friend, who has always been as close as a sister, I will miss you dearly and I will think of you often.
We’ll keep those little painted rocks, your special gifts and loving cards with the dearest messages. I’ll always remember those writer trips away together, your visits and the meals we shared.
I’m so thankful that you sent me one of your first copies of your book not so long ago. I’m glad it was published before you left us as you always hoped. I just wish it wasn’t so soon.
I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to say, ‘I will see you soon’.
We’ll meet again.
Love always, Chrissy.
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Early blooms and sunny days means more outdoor living. Evenings too, are warming up. It’s almost time to put the outdoor heater back into storage.
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Finally the weather has been warm enough to get back into the garden. This weekend we cleaned up the potted herbs in the outdoor kitchen. I was surprised to see many of them still alive after the bleak winter. I re-potted some, trimmed others before removing the soggy muck that had accumulated along the fence.
Norm then brought out the sugar soap and scrubbing brush to clean the tiles. Actually, except for a few stubborn stains, the gurney wasn’t really needed.
Once the area was clean and tidy, I put the pots back in place. Reminding Norm to bend his knees and mind his back, he kindly moved the heavier pots for me.
Ready for Spring, new growth and seeds to sprout.
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Recently I discovered a book review by Sana Edoja. – see below. Just as my email and blog addresses listed at the end of the review are out of date, so are Sana’s. If you’re reading this, Sana, or if anyone knows of her, I’d love to touch base again. Thank you, Sana, for the review.
Finding the review came at a much needed time. I often wonder where the 5,000 copies of ‘Out Of the Shadows – Jenna’s Secret’ books ended up. I had the book updated with 2020’s teenage language and reprinted by Skoobebooks during Covid 19. Unfortunately, the company dissolved when the editors past away. I had received a only hand full of copies of the updated editions before the website shut down leaving me no way of having more copies printed or contact anyone. Fortunately, I still have the manuscript but unable to afford a new publisher, nor do I have the the time and energy to self-publish.
1/17/2011 / Book Reviews – Sana Edoja
I just wanted to thank Chrissy Siggee for giving me the opportunity to read her fiction book called “OUT OF THE SHADOWS – JENNA’S SECRET”. I was a bit reluctant at reading it at first because I’ve never really believed in the impact of Christian fiction books could change lives, but, I must admit that Chrissy’s book proved me wrong.
I very much enjoyed reading Chrissy book as it is well written and easy to read and it took me only 2 days to get through it.
Chrissy book relates the story of a young girl called Jenna, who is passionate with playing hockey, her dream to make to the finals is shattered following a serious injury during a soccer game. As a result, Jenna found herself struggling with anorexia but she manages to fight her illness with the help and love of doctors, family, and friends. Her faith in God plays a major part in her healing and also, leads her to help another young girl who had been struggling with bulimia for years.
The story moved me to tears as I noticed that power of the love of God brought dramatic healing to those young girls struggling with self-esteem and eating disorders.
To conclude, I would recommend this book to any parents who have kids with eating disorders.
God bless you all.
You can order Chrissy Siggee by clicking on the link below .
You can contact Chrissy Siggee on her email: chrissy@chrissysiggee.com
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Sana Edoja
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From the Archives:
What Became of Marjorie: All five chapters
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
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