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about me
name: naomi baker (aka nomes)
email: me!
my community:bristol vineyard
this is me:

Nomes/Female. Lives in United Kingdom/Bristol/Redland, speaks English. And likes chocolate/community.
This is my blogchalk:
United Kingdom, Bristol, Redland, English, Nomes, Female, chocolate, community.


archives
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12 December 2004
02 January 2005
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23 July 2006
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06 August 2006
05 November 2006

links
space in my day
start to think
me, competitive and superficial?
feeling sporty?
busy friends
the most serene republic of nomester

blogs
andrew jones
a slightly more antique diary
curly news
dizz
greenfairy
grommit
i'm glad its not my job
i dont have a grandma
jonathon morgan
kirsty
maggidawn
moving to bristol?!
my boyf is a t...
nic
steve
the Boy
tom

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Friday, May 14, 2004
so the Boy and i went to the cinema last night, for his choice of film, 'taking lives'. its not really my sort of film, because whilst i like reading thrillers occasionally the 15 rated film version is sure to scare the pants of me!

at a moment in the film which was obviously building up to something that would make you jump (and therefore I had my eyes closed and fingers in my ears) the Boy suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs - a real scream, definately masculine, so there was no passing it off as me to the other 7 people in the cinema.

this led to us waiting until everyone had left the screen and making sure we avoided them on the way out as the Boy was rather embaressed!

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Monday, May 10, 2004
its been a while since i got to sit through a whole sunday service (the yoof can be a time intensive group): out of all of them that i've missed recently, i'm pleased that i got to this one. the worship leader had chosen a range of songs, from the very new, to classic '80s vineyard, to older hymns, and many of them were focussed on the cross. its been a while since i cried in song singing worship (not that its about what i get from it or anything, its just that for me personally it hit the spot).

the talky bit was good - i can even remember some of it today, which is good going for me and God really spoke to me in the ministry time - not alot was said, but what was said was rather clear! (and then almost like an addict i found myself heading for the yoof and a fascinating dicussion on the nature of evangelism!)

the reason that i write this is that it kind of surprised me. i normally find small groups, or serving to be the place where stuff like this happens. its not that i'm closed to it on a sunday morning, it just that i have a bit of a different attitude to it i guess (its an attitude that has changed over the years i think). its also not that i don't think sunday mornings in our community are good and valuable, its just that for me it isn't so completely central to what goes on between me and God, and i am usually much more excited when God does cool stuff in other people. so it was like an extra cool little thing!

one of the things that i am on a big learning curve with related to this the spiritual dimension in marriage and how the Boy and i's relationship with connects together. nic psoted something about this a while ago (her archive isn't working too well today, so i can't link to the post). a part of it is that i'm very used to hearing God for me, and acting on it, but now there is this whole other dimension too. an added part is that the Boy and i hear God and in very different ways, and have very different perspectives. its a bit of a joke about how different we are politically (it would be hard to be more divergent than us - the Boy thinks thatcher was great ... follow his line of thinking from there), but its like that for us in many many things. most of the time its fun, because we can continually challenge each other on our presuppositions - we can't just blindly think something there has to be a reason.

sometimes this is more difficult though. i've always heard from God pretty clearly (on a personal level anyway!)and when i ask something i hear replies usually (ok so its not always that simple; sometimes there are black spots where i go with the 'old orders are good orders' mantra, and have great difficulty discerning/deciding stuff). the Boy just doesn't work like that. its not that he doesn't hear from God. or get words of knowledge and stuff. its just that he runs on a very different level. one that i really don't get. its not better or worse than mine. its just different and i don't get it. and i hate that. hmmmm. i wonder if God is trying to teach me something . . . .

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Sunday, May 09, 2004
i've been discovering a new joy in repetitative tasks recently. my job does involve a certain amount of this, from entering student marks on our database (high concentration), to photocopying (high frustration, due to our aged copiers), but its not just at work. having recently varnished our bedroom floor (three coats all by myself thank you very much) i found the rhythm quite reassuring, and an actual aid to prayer. i just need to work on this with the photocopier as it breaks down every thrid sheet, and it actually hurts my foot to kick it!!
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