It's that time of year. Spring. When I love to sit in the sun on our garage porch and look out over
Saturday, September 24, 2016
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Tuesday, June 14, 2016
It is an early Winter Saturday afternoon. I'm enjoying Bible journalling after some time in the garden with the younger children. The shadows are long, the sun is still warm and the last of the autumn leaves are hanging on by a thread. Slowly they drift one by one to the ground.
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
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Thursday, October 29, 2015
Every day for the past 20 years to the praise of God I have had a quiet time with my Lord and Saviour. I miss some days, forget others but He calls me so quietly and reminds me. He never lays guilt on me only the desire to share myself and my day and my time with Him.
As the seasons of life come and go and change, my times of study do too. For the past little while I have taken to morning prayer times in the dark before dawn and the pitter, patter of not so little feet begins and a time of reading the Bible in the afternoons. I leave my Bible in its Bible bag on the coffee table in the family room. It's a witness to the children that this is a viable option of a book to read and not an old fashioned boring text I reef out of my handbag for Sunday services. It's also a reminder of my commitment to read daily.
Bible study also takes place in groups. Over the years this has been a perfect way to meet people and get to know them so much more and better than on a Sunday morning over a cup of tea and nice small, yet inevitably shallow, talk. At present I am not in a group and I am suffering because of it. That may be a good thing to schedule to begin and commit to weekly for 2016.
You see I can notice when I'm not in a group, sharing and caring, praying and relating to other ladies at all stages of their walk with our Lord.
I know that ... "we are labourers together with God: ye are God's husbandry, ye are God's building." 1 Corinthians 3:9
As I work out my salvation - not by what I do as in good works, but by how I walk daily before God in communion, relationship with Him because of Christ blood shed for me - I am aware of the continual struggle to put Christ first and to face each temptation and trial in this life day by day trusting in Him alone. Knowing, by faith, the outcome is for my good and that what He allows and plans for me is "well with my soul".
"Every man's work shall be made manifest: for the day shall declare it, because it shall be revealed by fire; and the fire shall try every man's work of what sort it is." 1 Corinthians 3:13
Monday, July 27, 2015
We waited for our friends to arrive. The date and time was set. The children had their noses through the blinds watching the street for a car to pull up. The agreed time came and went. Maybe they are running late we thought. We waited faithfully, thinking the best until about one hour later. Maybe they forgot, maybe we got the dates mixed up .... then a car pulled up but only one lady got out and the others stayed in the car.
I couldn't imagine what the story was but I vowed and declared to be grace itself at the front door. My friend was all smiles and happiness with a box of chocolates in her hand. For you she said. I wanted to thank you for all you have done for me (I had been mentoring this dear young mother on parenting a newborn baby, feeding, routines and settling methods). You have changed my life she said. Well, I hadn't, but I knew what she was saying. I was so glad someone was interested in my advice and was willing to glean at my feet. After all, I've been in the salt mines of motherhood for a few years now.
I delicately inquired about our play date but was told, they didn't have time and were on their way out and just wanted to thank me for my helps. Being the person I am, I smiled sweetly, thanked her profusely and closed the door. Then I felt unwanted, rejected. At the same time, I realized is this the way my Lord Jesus Christ feels when I don't spend my agreed quiet time with Him each day? .. . We have a time (around about) and a place - in summer it's the family room, in winter it's the rumpus room or the outside lounge area in the afternoon sun if there is any - and He faithfully meets me there every day. Some days I do forget and some days I'm there but my mind is somewhere else. Perhaps Jesus wants friendship with me too as I wanted with this lady and her lovely children and not simply my good works - the box of chocolates. Do I try to buy Him off with good works and nice thanks yous instead of "me", my heart, my worship, my time? I think sometimes I tell myself that that will do.
Lord, help me to remember it is not my sacrifices you desire but my heart, my time, "me".
And to love Him with all the heart, and with all the understanding, and with all the soul, and with all the strength, and to love his neighbor as himself, is more than all whole burnt offerings and sacrifices.