Friday’s Fave Five – I Got the Flu

It’s the last Friday of the month, and I’m feeling the need to slow down.  I’m joining Susanne now, at Living to Tell the Story, to cultivate gratitude by pausing to remember the good things of the week—and this month too. 

💖 Maybe these things seem small, but they matter. 

Here’s my list for this week:

1️⃣ Last Saturday I came down with a fever and spent most days in bed or garden chair. Thankfully, by Wednesday I began to feel better. My cough is still lingering a bit, but I’m so grateful the fever is gone.

2️⃣ My son gave me a lovely candle after an outing. It smells amazing, and it has little minerals inside that I plan to put on my windowsill later.

3️⃣ I joined a free workshop called Van Scrollen Naar Lezen (From Scrolling to Reading) and was so enthusiastic about it.

4️⃣ I wrote an Instagram post about a special “mistake” in my flower.

5️⃣ I’m absolutely fond of books with an animal as the main character! I did a lot of reading this week. Even though I felt sick, I finally had time to enjoy my books!

These were my little blessings of the week. 💕

I wrote this about a flower with a flaw:

🌸 This flower doesn’t grow the way it’s supposed to.
It twists into a spiral, growing crooked along the way.
They say it’s a mistake at the growth point.
They call it fasciation—a kind of growth disorder.
The stem widens, as if several parts have merged together.
It can happen because of cold, stress, damage, or disease.

Just like me.
At one point, I thought:
Too much has gone wrong.
Too much has grown crooked.

But now, years later, as I look back,
I see that something has grown after all.
In the depths, where everything seemed broken.

God can really bring something beautiful to life
even in places where it seems impossible.
I still don’t understand how He does that.
But I admire Him.
For who He is.
For what He does.

What you can’t see now
may become a source of wonder later.

“Even the crooked growth can carry fruit.”

🌀 “He makes everything beautiful in its time.” (Ecclesiastes 3:11)

Five Blessings on a Friday Evening

It’s Friday evening, and I’ve taken a quiet moment to look back.
Not to analyse or to fix—just to notice.
To trace the little things that brought light into the ordinary days.

I am sitting on my red bench. It’s evening now. The sun has set, but I still heard the blackbirds singing—one last line of music before the day truly ends. And I look back. 

1. Coffee time at 10:30.
Every morning around 10:30—it’s our routine. My husband and I share a latte in the office that’s attached to our house. He pauses his work, I pause mine. We talk, sometimes laugh about nothing in particular, and I feel so deeply blessed to share that moment each day.

👇Dutch: And this is coffee ☺

2. Swallows overhead.
I was sitting in a garden chair with a bowl of oats when I heard them. Swifts, I think. Back from Africa. An Instagram friend from Israel once showed me photos of swallows resting there on their journey. I remember saying, “Just a little longer, and they’ll be in the Netherlands.”
And yes, here they are again.

The photo of the swallow is a bit blurry—but it gives you the idea.

3. My amaryllis bloomed.
A birthday gift from November—now finally in bloom. And what a bloom it is. It felt like a small miracle. Sometimes things take time, but they still come.

I took this photo today.
Can you see the raindrops on the window?
Finally—rain.

4. Photos from the windmill.
On his way home from the village, my husband always takes a little detour down the windmill path just to see how things are progressing. They’re fitting new sails on the mill, and he often sends me a photo of the latest changes. 

Two photos—
The one with the blue sky is from earlier.
You can see the year of construction engraved in the brickwork: 1911

5. A walk, and young birds.
Going for a walk was a small victory. Because of my symptoms (like a racing heart when I stop or bend down), walking can feel uncertain. But I did it. And it went well. A victory. And a blessing.

And there they were: young godwits! And baby redshanks—like little puffballs on stilts.

I’m attaching a little video… Click to enlarge
Mom and dad godwit with their chick.
Look closely—you’ll spot the little one!

😐 Oh, now I see it—what a pity, the quality is quite poor.

What were your blessings this week?

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Friday’s Fave Five – A Quiet Pause

It’s Friday afternoon. I should be cooking dinner, but I’m home alone — and I’m putting it off. First, I want to pause and count a few blessings from this past week.

1. Blue skies
The weather has been beautiful. That soft Dutch blue always lifts my heart. Still, we haven’t had rain in weeks, and nature is longing for it. So I’m thankful for the sunshine, and praying for water.

2. Evening walk
One quiet evening, my husband and I went for a walk. Birds singing, herbs in the air. Just the two of us, no rush. A small thing, but it stayed with me.

3. My daughter’s birthday
She turned a year older today. We talked yesterday by video, laughed, even ate chips together — in our own homes. I’m thankful for her, and for moments like this. 

4. Wearing a heart monitor
I had to wear one this week, and it went really well. I even slept fine. I hope it recorded what it needed. I’m grateful for quiet technology that helps without disturbing.

5. A kind postcard
A stranger in Germany read my Postcrossing bio and picked a card that suited me. It made me smile. A little note, chosen with care. I love that.

Bonus: My breakfast 🥣
Every morning I have the same thing: gluten-free oats, full-fat milk, no sugar (but a pinch of salt), and a magnesium pill. 

Most mornings I eat my breakfast outside, in my garden chair, feet up on a little stool. It feels like such a blessing — my own little moment of quiet joy. I call it tuinstoel-geluk (Dutch for garden chair happiness).

How about you — do you eat the same breakfast every morning, or do you like variety?

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Friday’s Fave Five – Better Late Than Never

I really wanted to join Friday’s Fave Five — but I was just too tired that day.

Now my post is finally up, a little late, but full of gratitude.
I’m glad I can still join in.

1. ☀️ The sun shining through the almost-summer-green oak leaves against a clear blue sky — such simple beauty that lifts my heart.

2. 📖 Reading Mark’s Gospel in the garden. The moment where Jesus sighs as He heals the deaf man struck me deeply. It felt like the sigh of God’s heart — full of sorrow and fierce compassion. I’ve been feeling physically weak lately, but He notices. He is the Rock beneath my trembling feet. One day, no more sighs. No pain. No tears. No fear.

3. 💐 A sweet Mother’s Day bouquet from my youngest — he gave it on Saturday “because I couldn’t hide it under my bed.” That made me laugh.  You can see one flower in the first photo, that lovely pink bellflower 🌸.

4. 🧦 Compression socks from my other son — a thoughtful and caring gift, hoping to ease some of the symptoms I’ve been struggling with.

5. 🦋 And a photo from my husband of a tiny Icarus blue butterfly — such a delicate reminder of God’s creativity, and how He notices even the smallest things.

So much grace, even in fragile days. Some days are simply harder than others — and honestly, don’t we all have days like that?

How precious then to pause and look for the gold that still shines through: the little and the big blessings God keeps giving. 

Written on a quiet Monday morning — but sneakily backdated to Friday, because that’s when I meant to post it. 😉