My arch nemesis

The squirrels of Regents Park are currently stalking me!

How many kids could I take in a fight?

15

I've moved

Here

An A-Z of me

A - Available?
Yes. Very.

B - Best friend
I think they faded with adolescence, but I have a handful of close friends

C - Cake or Pie?
Hmm... probably pie

D - Drink of choice:
Fruit juice

E - Essential thing used everyday
My laptop

F - Favourite color:
Pink

G - Gummi bears or worms:
Gummi bears

H - Hometown:
Currently London

I - Indulgence:
A looooooooooooong bath

J - January or February:
January

K - Kids and names:
None

L - Life:
Needs to be taken one step at a time

M - Marriage date:
Still to come

N - Number of siblings:
One - younger brother

O - Oranges or apples:
Oranges

P - Phobias:
Spiders

Q - Quote:
"God has not always answered my prayers. If He had I would have married the wrong man - several times."
~Ruth Graham

R - Reason to smile:
Friends

S - Season:
Spring

T - Tag three people:
Aphra
Barbara
Suzy

U - Unknown fact about me:
I have a heart-shaped mole, but I'm not telling you where (No, no there!)

V - Vegetable you do not like:
Mushroom

W - Worst habit:
Picking at myself

X - x-rays you have had:
Teeth, wrist, foot

Y - Your favorite food:
Steak and chips!

Z - Zodiac:
Taurus

My brain

Jo

See my brainscanner results

Joanna is obviously dormant:

See my brainscanner results

Second chances

How often do you get a second chance? (Writer's Island prompt)

The Story of the Lost Son
Luke 15:11-24 (The Message)

Then he said, "There was once a man who had two sons. The younger said to his father, 'Father, I want right now what's coming to me.'

"So the father divided the property between them. It wasn't long before the younger son packed his bags and left for a distant country. There, undisciplined and dissipated, he wasted everything he had. After he had gone through all his money, there was a bad famine all through that country and he began to hurt. He signed on with a citizen there who assigned him to his fields to slop the pigs. He was so hungry he would have eaten the corncobs in the pig slop, but no one would give him any.

"That brought him to his senses. He said, 'All those farmhands working for my father sit down to three meals a day, and here I am starving to death. I'm going back to my father. I'll say to him, Father, I've sinned against God, I've sinned before you; I don't deserve to be called your son. Take me on as a hired hand.' He got right up and went home to his father.

"When he was still a long way off, his father saw him. His heart pounding, he ran out, embraced him, and kissed him. The son started his speech: 'Father, I've sinned against God, I've sinned before you; I don't deserve to be called your son ever again.'

"But the father wasn't listening. He was calling to the servants, 'Quick. Bring a clean set of clothes and dress him. Put the family ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Then get a grain-fed heifer and roast it. We're going to feast! We're going to have a wonderful time! My son is here—given up for dead and now alive! Given up for lost and now found!' And they began to have a wonderful time.

A Story About Forgiveness
Matthew 18:21-22 (The Message)

Peter got up the nerve to ask, "Master, how many times do I forgive a brother or sister who hurts me? Seven?"

Jesus replied, "Seven! Hardly. Try seventy times seven."

How often do we waste our second chances, waste grace?

More often than we deserve. And yet... we still receive that second chance.

How often do we withhold a second chance - grace - from another?

More often than we should. For in receiving our own second (third, fourth, fifth...) chances, we should extend that same grace to others.

"Lord, make me a channel of your peace, your grace. For it is in pardoning that I am pardoned."

Time travel

Oh to go back in time,
to write the wrongs,
to change the past,
to erase the mistakes we made.
But to wipe away the past
means we change the present,
risk the future.
A paradox of uncertainty
created by hasty, pain-filled actions.
We cannot be other than who we are becoming,
and we become from who we were.

Writer's Island prompt.