The beautiful thing about blogging is that there are so many people out there having a go. Had a chat with a colleague yesterday, and she mentioned her daughter was blogging. Couldn’t remember her name precisely, but looked up on WordPress the topic ‘vicar’s wife’ and hey presto her most recent blog was near the top of the list.
Have a read. I enjoyed the theological considerations of a sleepless mother, such as the below (‘scuse the French):
As the hands of the clock reached ten past two (the time isn’t significant, I just want to prove I was up then), I was struck with the desperate thought – how does God sleep at night? Again, I admit that there is a small amount of artistic license going on here. That the creator of the world opens one eye and bats pathetically at the bedside table to retrieve his glasses (only to catch them on the edge and thus send them wanging across the room, resulting in crawling on his hands and knees across yesterday’s dirty washing in an attempt to get to the glasses before the baby’s cries wake recently slumbering toddler), is enough reason for me not to consign anything to paper at night. But supposing the Lord Almighty did sleep – how would he manage it with all the s**t going on, let alone the things that an omniscient mind could hold?
Being a mum, a vicar’s wife and most of all, me.”