Not seen much of my flat recently, been out quite a lot, which is not unusual. I do love living on my own though, it’s great to come back to there at the end of the day. My flat is really lovely and cosy, it’s great to be able to have people round and to be able to cook. I know that these seem like normal things but I’ve not been in this position before.On Saturday we had a picnic in our local country park; Clifton Country Park it was really. Sadly I had issues with my back that day but I got to talk to a very interesting lady who has just come to the church. Then afterwards we had a 30th birthday party at jump nation which is a trampoline park. She said that she wanted to bounce into her 30’s, it was exhausting I was tried after 20 minutes. Finally my second birthday was much more civilised we went to dimities and then cloud 23 where the views are absolutely amazing. The weekend was rounded off by leading worship at Salford. This weekend is going to be a lot quieter.
- Ange Antics
- Manchester, United Kingdom
- I am Someone who Loves God with I am a bubbly lively person who loves meeting people and loves God with all their heart and trys to put God first always. Someone who has a calling to work with young people and the arts. I have a heart for urban missionary work I am called to build the kingdom.
It's amazing how long time seems on holiday, it's as if time stands still. Monday was a great day we spent sometime on the beach watching two new friends as they parasailed over the sea. One of my new friends from London decided that on our last day we should go back and ride a banana boat. As I can't swim something to be conquered very soon. I took one look at the boat and decided there was no way on earth I was getting on that boat as it looked very unstable and I was sure I would be thrown off. She did talk me into agreeing to go onto the boat that pulled the banana boat.
We decided to go on an adventure to the lighthouse that we had heard about. Only we decided to embark on this adventure in the midday sun. One of the group decided we should find somewhere to shelter which I decided was a fab idea because I didn't want to turn into a crab as I burn very easily. I had to wear a top over my shoulders so I didn't burn even though it was baking hot. Our walk led us by a nuddest beach which was a sight for sore eyes, we didn't know where to look, we had to look toward the sea. Over there no one seems to be embarrassed, there were also quite a few people sunbathing topless right near to where we were when we were just chilling on the beach it made things quite arkward indeed. After having to avoid looking on the beach we stumbled across a little restaurant by the beach which was in a cave with trees inside and even a bird flying around. It was like having a jungle but a small one.
It was extremely hot, nevertheless we decided to go and try and find the lighthouse. Up the hill we climbed only to find that the gates were firmly locked. So we peered at the lighthouse through the gates did a little photo shoot just to prove we had climbed the hill. We then decided to head back to the hotel and go in the pool. However there was a rather secluded beach on route so I asked the gang if they would wait for me whilst I climbed some rocks to see some cormorants. However I had not been wearing my flip flops so in true Angela style I tried to climb the rocks bare foot. Instead I nearly shredded my feet so ran back to retrieve my sandals. I climbed the rocks once again to see my cormorant friends who were at the end of the cliffs and as I can't swim and my flip flops were going to fail me as they did as I came down from admiring my regal friends. I could have stayed there a lot longer but I knew that my new friends were waiting for me.
So we headed back to the hotel along the road where we couldn't look down as their were naked guys floating in the sea. After our eventful walk back to eventual visual safety.
A little later I took a dip in the pool, only the shallow end was not very shallow and it sloped quite worryingly for me. I patted myself on the back for not almost drowning this time, although I did have 3 teachers so there was not much chance of drowning!
In true oak hall style the day didn't finish there after the bible study we all went out for icecream to apparently the best ice-cream place in Caella. I had the pleasure of teaching my fellow icecream eaters how to ask for the bill. I was assured by the people behind the cash desk that they did manage it. It was fun generally teaching my new friends Spanish phrases. After Ice cream we wandered around the town for a bit settling in a hat shop where we probably esaperated the owner as myself and another guy tried on half the caps in the shop. I finally found a cap perfect for me at a very low price. God gives to those who wait lol
So after 24 hours on a coach I actually needed some space by the next day. Anybody who knows me is in disbelief here, but even I need quiet sometimes and perhaps more so since I lived on my own.
I managed to hide away for a few hours upstairs in the hotel to spend some time with Papa (God) I may have stolen this from the shack but you catch the sentiment. I got to the beach for a couple of hours and dangled my feet in the water but generally kept dry . I loved staring at the waves coming in and out I could stare for hours, there is something captivating about the sea. We had already formed our group we were the gang from the coach. Even on the first day which was a Sunday it felt like time slowed down. That couple of hours seemed to quite extensive. Then there was dinner and our first meeting, dinner Usually consisted of lots of salad. I needed to make sure I didn't just fill up on salad although it was quite easy to do and friends had to remind me. I imagine that my energy levels would have been non existent if I had not got some meat down me.
As a group of people we all got thrown together quickly and miraculously we all got on famously quickly. It's funny that even now I feel like I have known my oak hall friends for years but it's not even been a month yet. I guess friendships deepen quickly because you are living in each other's pockets. Of course one can always escape but being an extrovert I loved having people to talk to all the time.
It took me back to my YWAM days when you could always find someone around to talk to.
I was so blessed to find a group of guys and girls who shared a lot of my values for reaching out, the prophetic and generally loving Jesus.
A few weeks ago I went on holiday which was a welcome break to my usual activities. I embarked first of all on a journey across the UK to the south east coast. Of course my travels were not without their dramas as my middle name or should I say my blog name is not antics. So the first drama was like something straight out of Bridget Jones.
As I anticipated getting on the coach with my suitcase which I was convinced was going to not be allowed on the coach as I hadn't managed to weigh. I don't own a pair of weighing scales, maybe it is time to invest.
I had a Bridget jones moment with my suitcase, I didn't realise that it wouldn't fit down the aisle, what suitcase doesn't fit down an aisle. Clearly my case doesn't. I can imagine Bridget Jones dragging her suitcase down the aisle of a train, knocking everyone over just as I did. Thankfully my amazing travel buddy came to the rescue along with a couple of unsuspecting male bystanders who took pity on a poor weak lassy.
Thankfully that was the last of the suitcase drama, apart from the fact that all my stuff was down below and I had to manage the last 12 hours with no jumpers and no tea. I tried to remember what how much does that tea bag cost and can I have it without water. Oh and did I mention that I left my blazer on the train.
You would have thought that with all my wanderings across the globe I would have had enough practice at packing. Alas I still seem to need the kitchen sink with me. When the coach finally arrived to Folkestone we climbed upstairs to a fairly dark and quiet coach. However there was a couple of people chatting and before I knew it we were boarding the ferry to Calias, there was talk of us going on the Eurostar. Sadly that will have to wait for next time.
It was some crazy time in the morning, can't remember what time it was. I just felt very delirious like I was from another planet. There I was wandering around the shop of the ferry with my mate and these new people I barely knew. Still I guess the fact that we were christians meant that we were already family. After an unknowable time on the ferry we scrambled back onto the coach, went to well kind of half sleep and then finally woke up for the final time somewhere in the middle of France where we discovered breakfast. I tried to use the little French I knew which seemed to work for breakfast. However when I wanted to push the boat out and ask for a fruit tea bag I couldn't come up with enough French to make it work nor find anyone who spoke any who I knew in our group.
Note to self make sure you know some French if you are going through France as it will probably come in useful 😉
here I am in the coach in France somewhere in the hills having just had a yummy lunch of chicken mozzarella and tomatoes near a castle with my new oak hall friends and of course my roomy for the week Tasha.
I did a park run which is 5K in this heat on Saturday, although it wasn’t too hot so I was fine and managed it. I have signed up to do the colour run a week on Saturday. I’m going to be doing it for Hope for Justice which is an anti -slavery organisation they are amazing. There is some really lovely countryside near me which was so nice to see and I must go for a walk there when I’m not running, probably with someone as it would be a bit secluded. Still there were over 300 people who came on the park run.
SO I am back into the swing of work again, Spain feels like years ago. Even though it was only 2 weeks ago. Thankfully I am still in touch with some of the friends I made, they may become lifelong friends, I do hope so.
It’s been an interesting week so far me and some of the girls from my family went to the Britannia hotel for afternoon tea. It was really lovely and so reasonable, there was hardly anyone there. It is obviously a hidden gem, they even have a restaurant I am going to sample that as well sometime. Perhaps for a date 😉
Last night I was invited to a presentation of an organisation which helps young people who struggle academically. It was awfully posh with wine and canapes I felt very underdressed, it was a bit surreal being there.
Last night together with Monday night at Ignite where we looked at how to reach out to your local community has really got me thinking about the future.
I just got back from Spain last Saturday. Although this feels like a lifetime ago now. I definitely, had the holiday blues when I came back to work on Tuesday as I looked out the window at the pouring rain. Spain is now a week away and I have managed to get into the swing of work.
Spain was amazing, I went with a Christian holiday company called Oak hall, they call it the Oak hall family and it did feel like that. They really looked after us well. I made a group of friends there very quickly. It helped that I went with a friend from Kings Church. It’s funny how you go on holiday and come back looking for another one. I’m planning on going skiing in February.
We had a great time exploring local towns, climbing a mountain and discovering Barcelona which is a truly beautiful city, I want to go back as soon as I can, considering it for my birthday but we shall see.
This Saturday my family and I will be tasting some British afternoon tea at the Britannia hotel in Manchester, going to see how many we can fit in throughout the summer. There will be more on my holiday soon.....
Today a bunch of us young adults will be going to Cefn Lea in Wales for something called Immerse, some of us quite loosely can be called young adults as I will be 40 in under two years. Still I am taking this opportunity to stay young and hang out with a gang of great people and see some greenery at the same time. I am grateful for the chance to get into the country for the weekend.
The other day I managed to pop to my parents after work, clean for them ( I am their official cleaner) cook my dinner, used their shower as mine is broken and gave my Dad a lesson in using his kindle. He wanted to find out about the football. Then I went to a VIP meeting, thankfully, I was allowed to leave work early.
The weekend just gone it included a singles meal where I am quite sure I was the youngest it’s usually the way.
We went to Sweet Mandarin in the northern quarter which is actually owned by our very own Lisa Tse, I believe she is part of the evening site which is now called HOME, more about that in a minute. Lisa is a bit of a celebrity she has a recipe book out, a range of sauces which you can find in Sainsbury’s. She has even cooked for the prime-minister and to top it all off she has an MBE.
Despite all this fame she addressed me personally and we got the star treatment. Saturday I went to Chester to see some of my old Uni friends some of which I had not seen in 15 years, yes I am that old. We had a good boogie and chatted to the early hours of the morning. So, the next day I get up (don’t make it to church) I have an enormous headache but it wasn’t an alcoholic hangover because I kid you not I only had one glass of wine. So, after a bit of deduction and a chat to my partner in healthy eating I came to the conclusion that I had a sugar hangover, because I had not really been indulging in sugar of late as I had heard that it was evil. Evil it is too, you should have seen me I looked like a Zombie and I was flaked out on their oldest girls bed. Even the day after when I was back in Manchester I was beat.
There is something I have been pondering for a while and that is the world of the child and the imagination. I have thought about the world of the artist and how it links into the spiritual many times. As an artist and a christian I have come to realise in my own journey that Art is a most spiritual thing and imagination is a gateway into the spiritual. The many paintings I have produced have been ones that I have captured through prayer. I have said that painting is a kind of praying. I believe that I have interacted with the spiritual world through my painting which I will embark on once again in the near future.
It's funny the way that we seem to do away with imagination when we get into our adult years as if it does not have any use to us anymore. We relegate imagination to our kindergarten years, it's like we are scared of our imaginations. So we put our imagination in a box at the back of our minds and pretend we do t need it or want it. Because we have filed it away so far at the back of our hearts and minds if we ever need it we find it hard to unwrap.
As a Christian when one takes a look at the bible it's like you need your imagination to understand what is written in the bible, it is full of metaphors and personifications and other literary devices which needs you to use your imagination.
Jesus himself talks about how we need to be child like and not childish, he talks about us having faith like little children indeed if we do not come to him as little children we cannot enter the kingdom of heaven. This makes me realise that having an imagination is really helpful if not essential when engaging with the spiritual world and indeed when having a relationship with Jesus. No wonder so many of us struggle with having a relationship with God and even drawing closer to the spiritual world.
So just because we are adults does not mean we should pack our imagination in the loft of our lives in a corner that we can't find. Because we will need it to connect with Jesus.