Sunday 18 November 2012

Riding for the Disabled

Every little counts:

Managed another 7 rows of tiles; every little bit counts.

You can see a couple of blobettes of PVA glue between some of the tiles - supposed to dry transparent.

Will have to cut some green and white tiles to fill that gap. Will do that tomorrow.

Last night's dinner:

Sheer piggery - sweet and sour chicken. Suppose I should have had sweet and sour pork.

Riding for the Disabled:

In yesterday's blog, I mentioned a charity ball that was held last night and organised by my niece and her husband.

It was in aid of a charity that my nieces's daughter gets great satisfaction from -  Riding for the Disabled. As in horse or pony riding.

Many years ago, as part of a rota, I took a middle-aged lady to this activity; she was dependent on volunteers with cars taking her one evening a week. She would appear at her door in full jodhpurs etc. Her excitement was child-like and uplifting.

Several years later I met her in the street and she said that she had had to give it up because she had broken her back and been in hospital for almost a year. Apparently it was a progressive bone disease that she suffered from.

The upshot of this cogitation should be to counts one blessings.

Count Your Blessings

When upon life's billows
You are tempest tossed
When you are discouraged,
Thinking all is lost
Count your many blessings,
Name them one by one
And it will surprise you
What the Lord has done.

Count your blessings,
Name them one by one
Count your blessings,
See what God has done
Count your blessings,
Name them one by one
Count your many blessings,
See what God has done.

Are you ever burdened
With a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy
You are called to bear?
Count your many blessings,
Ev'ry doubt will fly
And you will be singing
As the days go by.


When you look at others
With their lands and gold
Think that Christ has promised
You His wealth untold
Count your many blessings,
Money cannot buy
Your reward in heaven,
Nor your home on high.


So, amid the conflict,
Whether great or small
Do not be discouraged,
God is over all
Count your many blessings,
Angels will attend
Help and comfort give you
To your journey's end.

I find it difficult to "count one's blessings". I'm scared that if I do  then rather than being grateful I'll end up expecting them to be taken away so that I get my fair share of suffering. It's as if by not counting them aloud I'm keeping a low profile so God won't notice that he has missed me out in the handing out of the sufferings rota.

Childish, I know.

Mark Watson

Off to see Mark Watson, the English comedian, at the Pavilion, Glasgow. I like his kindly and whimsical humour. I simply can't stand nastiness of any kind. (That sounds a pompous statement - but even after a little bit of reflection it seems to hold true.)


  1. Count your Blessings - how very true, we all should remember this, there is always someone worse off and when we cope with what is thrown at us we should give ourselves a pat on the back that we survived the experience and lived to see another day!

  2. Just had a thought about my above comment, I wish I could do exactly that - SAO'B