God makes beauty from ashes

Sometimes new friends can be surprising in that they know what we need more than old friends do. As was the case on Saturday morning with my new friend, Roz. Roz is someone I met on assignment at the really lovely place I used to work by the Boat Harbour in South Perth. I liked Roz right away. She shared an office with Judith (another really great friend) and whenever I went into their office, I felt like I could breathe, be myself and was always in great company. Since leaving that lovely work place, Roz, Jude and I have kept in contact. Roz has proven to be a source of wisdom and I'm so thankful I can 'bounce things around' with Roz and get a level-headed, well thought out response from her every time. After being fired last Monday, my confidence has plummeted. I've been finding the rest of the week really tough and even as I blog to you this morning...I'm struggling to get started on my day and it's almost 10:00am. Anyway... *sigh* towards the e

"so what day would you like to leave on?" Claire asked, as she lifted her mug of hot chocolate to her lips. I was dumbfounded and at this point all I could do was look around the Cafe. I dont even know what I was looking for. Something familiar, maybe...something to mentally grasp so that I didnt completely fall apart. I stared at a poster of a Swedish sandwich on the wall. Claire cleared her throat "So...?" I looked at her and didnt really see her..."Uhh this week sometime?" I offered Claire nodded. "Whatever suits you best and is easiest for you" she smiled sweetly. I wanted to punch her right on her smug little face. Long story short, I'm fired. It's so strange because even though I've struggled with this job, I've tried my best and had no intention of leaving. Funnily enough, in the last month or so - I actually genuinely thought I was finally doing great at this. I havent complained, have tried to put a p

Hey, Oh my gosh, since I last wrote to you, things have been MENTAL. I've had assignments due at Uni due, long work hours (to this day, I absolutely RESENT being the company cleaner every evening! HATE IT), spending time with friends and welcoming a giddy and excited Sam to Australia. Last night though brought me back to earth with a shock. I was walking - as fast as I could in the thick sheets of rain through the city to my bus stop for the 22 home. I would have missed her if I wasnt glancing around in fear of 'attackers' (I know...I'm a nutcase) in dark alleyways. Instead, I saw a shape...shivering on the ground, trying to fit their small, frail body under a thin, torn blanket. The blanket was only the size of half a towel and the person had covered their head and shoulders with it. I stopped. What to do? I opened my purse. $15 in notes and about $10 in change. I walked over to the shivering figure. The clothes were dirty and torn. It broke my heart to