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Poetic Justice - the game

Played a fun (albeit hard) game tonight: Poetic Justice

Example:
Clue - wilting flower : _ _ _ _ _ _ / _ _ _ _ _
Ans - floppy poppy

Here's a round for fun: answers below

1) Rainforest blunder - 6 / 6
2) Crooked Gentleman - 4 / 4
3) Lovesick Cat - 7 / 6
4) Drop in the cat population - 6 / 7
5) Changeable gherkin - 6 / 6
6) Discard road plan - 5 / 3
7) elector's transport - 6 / 6
8) saturate hardwood tree - 4 / 3
9) naked challenge - 4 / 4
10) appointment with destiny - 4 / 4
11) broad newly-wed - 4 / 5
12) unusual knack - 4 / 5
13) immobile lorry - 5 / 5
14) fresh adhesive - 3 / 4
15) inn food - 3 / 3
16) elegant food - 4 / 4
17) bedtime snack 5 / 4
18) liberated hive dweller - 4 / 3
19) obese rodent - 3 / 3
20) pull small carpet - 3 / 3













Answers
1) jungle bungle
2) bent gent
3) smitten kitten
4) feline decline
5) fickle pickle
6) scrap map
7) voter's motors
8) soak oak
9) bare dare
10) fate date
11) wide bride
12) rare flair
13) stuck truck
14) new glue
15) pub grub
16) posh n…

Free, to choose

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Toddler reins, they're a beautiful thing. Especially when you've got a strong-willed toddler at one end and a busy road nearby. As I walked my dog, sorry son, to the park recently I made sure he didn't walk too close to the road. Then, as we got close to the park I thought to myself 'what the heck, I'm faster than he is, let's see what he does...' I let go of the reins and said toddler was free. I saw a look of recognition flash across his face as he realised he was free. He began to walk away from me, (what had I done?!) and then, just as he was about to break into a full on sprint and make a mad dash for a life beyond the tyrannical regime of dad. Just as he was about to make full use of his freedom, he stopped. He turned, walked back to me and held out his hand inviting me to hold it. He had the option of freedom without rules, freedom to do whatever he pleased - and it pleased him to walk next to me, to hold my hand. 
I can't tell you how much my he…

Shifting the cloud.

Yesterday was a 'blah' day. I felt rotten and couldn't shift it. I don't know why but I woke up feeling very sorry for myself. I had no motivation for anything, I resented my role as a pastor, bemoaned the difficulty of trying to share the gospel with people and slumped into a sofa staring into the middle distance at any opportunity. Days like this aren't uncommon but they haven't been as regular an occurrence as they used to be. In the past a moody day like this has turned into a moody week and in some cases I've been racked with doubts and anxieties about faith for weeks or months at a time. On this occasion, that isn't the spiral I went down. Instead I was thrilled to find that only 48hrs later I was back to trusting God and pursuing him in prayer.

How I got out of this pit:

a prayer meeting : 
That evening I was due to lead a prayer meeting. I didn't want to. When it was time to begin, I still didn't want to and once the prayer mtg was going, …