We’ve been working so hard at it all this week. We’ve spent hours trawling through our areas. Selected several. Even had one walk round viewing. All sold. Then another came back up again that I fell in love with back in April but was sold. Sale had fallen through. So we had a virtual look around and put in an offer for the asking price…
As a Christian, I believe that God has already prepared a place for us, I just need to come to terms with my ingrained intolerance of uncertainty.
As we wait, I am so chronically tired that if it all falls through, I am walking away from the whole thing until next week. Have a lovely weekend.
So far, our flat hasn’t sold, I like to blame the bug for that, and we have to make some decisions quite soon. If we expect to stay for the winter we’ll have to buy our wood and store it soon and buy new winter tyres for the car. September is being lovely which helps!
We haven’t been able to get to the UK because Austria is on the quarantine list, in that when we arrive, we must have 14 days isolated. How this is policed I have no idea but we would honour that. The one brief time where the quarantines were lifted, there were no flights.
I really want to see my son as he has had some problems, and I miss my kids like a heartbreak. maybe I just need to see and touch, but it’s there. The thought of Christmas without either of them looms like a spectre.
There is a glimmer of hope, if we have no bookings on the holiday houses, then we could do a trip home, driving, so Swingle comes too, shortly or just after Christmas, then we could stay a month and do house hunting too.
We’re both believing in God’s timing in all this, we’re praying for the person who will buy and keeping ourselves in belief. It just needs time.
I just celebrated my 59th birthday. A few decades ago, I would be considered ready for the comfy chair and and a bit of knitting.
Nowadays it’s just another start. I have to work until I’m 66 @:%=#**#=# it! I’m building my career as a writer hope to start some painting, and ride again.
So next year? Be warned! I’m planning a big 60th party in the UK. Then (don’t tell the pension people) I’m going to re-generate, following year I’m going to be 59 again. Good idea???
I’m soo excited! You can’t imagine the buzz from having a book on Amazon. Do have a look and maybe have a read!! It’s what I call rural romance, with countryside, romance, horses, equine assisted therapy, of course, dogs and Christianity!
Joanna has been sleepwalking through life living in her family’s ancestral manor house and running the Hazeley horse show.
Then a childhood friend, Diane, reappears, ruining the glorious isolation Joanna and her father have created. Diane opens a riding stable literally on Joanna’s doorstep.
So begins Joanna’s descent into a life of pain and frustration but then two totally disruptive puppies enter her life, and she needs Guy to help her with their training. They seem ill-suited until a tragedy sparks something more.
It is when Diane commits the ultimate betrayal that Joanna realises she must radically change her life.
But how? Is there a way to reconciliation with Dianne? Can horses help? Will she finally overcome her past and pain to build a new life built on faith and love?
We believe that God wants to prosper us – and of course that’s more than money, its Biblical and is so true for our lives here. Andrew Wommack   has been talking lately about not limiting God and I’ve been trying to take it all in. Dave and I have a vision of buying the flat next door and turning it into a B&B where we can offer free holidays to those in need, and we’ve been trying hard to imagine this running -well that’s easy, it’s the how we can’t see, so we’re just focusing on seeing the finished product!
 But I feel we’re getting little hints of how he works things for us.  I found a lottery ticket in Tamsweg and checked on the Internet and found it was worth 5 euros. I felt maybe that I should go and hand it in, after all I hadn’t paid the price for the ticket. Honesty was making me want to do the right thing. Then I thought well the girl behind the desk will just take the money for herself.   Dave said maybe I should just put it in the church collection. This I did, only to find out afterwards he meant cash it and then put the money in!  I admit I was trying to avoid having to explain my find, and the language problem,I  didn’t want  to feel stupid. Maybe I was wrong and someone had gone to the desk to ask if it had been found -would you if you lost a ticket, I suppose you can prove it if you have regular numbers ? Maybe I’ve caused more confusion than God meant in my weakness. Still, we’ve just heard we’re getting a rebate on our electricity bill and I found a euro on the ground at Lois’s………
It snowed on Easter day which is the first time for us and the weather went cold. Great for the last of the skiers but a bit of a shock down here as we’d got into spring mode!
Easter turned out to be unexpectedly a blessing for us, and was a great day. We both woke quite early and so decided to go to the Church service at Murau, our mother church. The service itself was very traditional (I’m being tactful here) despite really hard word being done by the Pastorin. To our surprise, she invited to lunch along with the other  English family. We had a great time, great food, great chat, although mostly in English which always makes me feel a bit guilty. Is it a compliment that people here only speak to us in German?
Then we trundled home and then had an evening meal with the Lungau English gang, which was again a real blast. What a day!
Paggy is on the mend, just waiting for an all clear from the physiotherapist that he’s mobile enough to go home. He says he’ll discuss about the key when he comes home, but this time I wont let him evade it. He even talked Dave into buying him a beer and sneaking it into the ward for him – at the time it seemed funny, but now we’re both having kittens and dreading getting told off when we next visit.
It’s now like another start to the year, Pentecost and Spring to look forward to, so why am I yo-yoing between great joy and manic frustration?
So where's the snow? 