On Sunday, our pastor, Colin Dye, spoke about 'Living in the Kingdom of God', and about 'taking our communities and workplaces for the Kingdom. Afterwards the Lord reminded me of an example of this, during the time I was still involved with horses. I hope the following will be helpful.
First of all the way 'not' to do it is, to go about the office being 'spooky' mumbling in tongues, and giving disapproving looks at every dirty joke. (I'm sure that's not you..ha ha). The bible tells us that; 'Love never fails' (1Cor 13 v 8). I got a lesson in this very early on in our 'horsie years. It's not uncommon on some livery yards for some mothers to drop off their young daughters whilst telling them exactly what they must do before being picked up at the end of the day. It's a bit like a teacher leaving instructions for his young pupils to write a five page essay before leaving the class for a couple of hours! (It 'aint gonna happen).
Well anyway, the every day routine on most livery yards is that, first thing in the morning, you take a wheelbarrow, and the stable gets a full 'muck out', change of water, and some fresh golden straw. Then later on, during the winter months when the horse is stabled, you normally just take out any further droppings using something called a 'skip' which is a small plastic tub.
The thing these young girls often did (in the absence of their parents) is, to take a skip, fill it up with soiled straw, then just leave it outside their stable for someone else to empty. I remember this particular day very well. I'd arrived at the yard in the afternoon to find there was no empty tub, then whilst filling Chandler's haynet with haylage, watched as one of these girls (busy chatting to her friend) cut the string from a bale of straw, took it then dropped it outside before returning back to talk to her friend.
I was getting really wound up, then whispered under my breath, something like; 'Lord, I've had enough of this, I'm just going to have to say something...You know.... 'speak the Truth in love' (yeah right...ha ha) then I heard the Holy Spirit say, - 'You do it....you clear up after them'...I thought; 'That can't be God....get thee behind me satan'... However, the instruction remained, (as it does) and I was left with a choice. I'll be honest and say, I was so incensed with the situation at that stage, that I did not obey immediately. Then when I did, it was 'with attitude' at first, but then I found...the more I persevered...the more I looked for ways to help, - the more joy I experienced.
Fast forward now many livery yards later...and after much petitioning of heaven with my list of desirable qualities for the ideal livery yard....the top of the list being; 'Plenty of land for winter grazing!' Yaay! Anyway, the day finally came when we arrived at this wonderful place where we found so much favour! The owner immediately took to our horses and nicknamed them 'The Giraffe's, because they were bigger than anyone else's on the yard.
Anyway, this new place, already a livery yard, had now been improved and extended with 10 new stables, - and we got first pick! It was as near perfect as you could get apart from one thing which was, there was a Catholic guy there (let's call him Jerry) who, though very helpful, and nice at times, was very controlling, had a raging temper, and a mouth like a sess pit.
He'd been on the yard with his horse like 'forever' and the thing you'd always hear him say was, 'You'll never get rid of me...I'll always be here!' Well, I'd learned by now, what to do, (which in this case was to love the unlovely!) Then back home I would pray and intercede...also 'speaking those things that be not as though they were' (Romans 4 v 17) ie; That we would only get the nicest people come on the yard! Another good word to stand on is Joshua 1 v 3; 'Every place the sole of your foot shall tread, - that have I given to you'.
Meanwhile, I was torn between one minute really liking this guy Jerry, to just 'outrage' on the inside, every time I heard his 'blue language' around the young children on the yard. Knowing I was a Christian, he would try to provoke me on purpose, so I learned whilst talking to him, whenever the conversation took a 'downturn,' to just walk away.
Well, as time went by, the situation with this guy just seemed to grow worse, and I found my prayers ever intensifying; 'Lord, please save him...or do something!' Then one day, I got an email from my daughter saying; 'Jerry is gone! My mouth dropped open....I thought; 'How did that happen!? It seems that he and this girl had had a 'stand up row' in the middle of the yard, and apparently the manager had told them; 'If that ever happens again, - you'll both have to leave!' - And it did!
What I've realised is that, when you keep a consistent prayer watch over wherever you work, or spend your days, if there is a difficult person there, (and you're doing your level best to walk in love in the situation) the Lord will either change them, or remove them! As I say, it was a shame 'cos the guy had a lovely wife, and two sweet children. He could also be really funny at times, and often brought lovely food treats in for us. He said once; 'He thought I was the nicest person he'd ever met,' - but he never knew how close I came to slapping him!
(I would have repented...honest...ha ha!)
Monday, 22 April 2013
Thursday, 18 April 2013
'Eat Your Heart Out, Danny Kaye...'
I've just returned home from a visit with my family back in the Northwest of England. As a bit of an update about the problem with my left leg (which had been steadily improving over the past weeks) whilst at my mother's house, I was larking about in the kitchen demonstrating a 'Cossack dance', then the day after, I was limping badly. However, I fought back with a vengeance using the Blood of Jesus, and today after my weekly visit to the gym, it is feeling loads better. Thank You, Lord for Proverbs 4 v 22, which tells me; 'Your Word is healing and health to ALL my flesh'
I love driving back to the Fylde Coast where I grew up. It seems, the nearer I get, the more liberty and freedom I feel. Why is that? Because God has not called me to be there, therefore there is no spiritual resistance. It's nice to enjoy a few days in that atmosphere...then it's 'back into the frae', as it were! It's just as important to be in the right 'geographical' location and church, as it is to know our gifting so that God can bless us, and use us, according to His plans and purposes.
I hope the following story will encourage anyone who may be facing some kind of threat in their local community. Ten years ago in 2003, a company called Canatxx from the USA, came to the Fylde Coast, wanting to store natural gas in the saltmines of the Wyre Estuary which runs into the Irish Sea. Soon after this, a stalwart group of people gathered together to set up resistance in the form of 'The Protect Wyre Group'.
In the meantime, confident they would win, Canatxx began buying up strategic areas of land near to the desired site, also endeavouring to curry favour with certain key people in the community. At the same time the PWG were gathering evidence of the dangers of storing volatile gas in that particular area, from various experts in the field. Plus, given the main industry of the Fylde Coast is tourism, the plans were set to devastate an area of natural beauty, not to mention the effect on wildlife, and the surrounding communities.
Apparently in Kansas a few years previously, in a similar situation where gas had been stored, there'd been an explosion causing loss of life after escaping gas had travelled about 8 miles underground.
Meanwhile, I was fighting the battle in the heavenlies (as I'm sure others were too). Thank God the planning application was refused. But the victory was short-lived as it soon became apparent that, undaunted, Canatxx were not for quitting! So, with more 'Say No To Gas' posters in every window, the PWG continued to fight on over the next few years, thwarting two further applications.
After that, another company called 'Halite Energy' arose, obviously confident they could win where their predecessors had failed. Meanwhile, though continuing to decree daily over the area during prayer, with two house moves over recent years, I'd lost touch with the progress of the campaign. However, whilst visiting this time, I got to wondering about it again, and happened to ask my mother if she'd heard any news about the situation. She said she hadn't.
Anyway, before leaving for the journey home, I went the petrol station to fill up my tank, and whilst standing at the till, my eyes fell on the local newspaper which bore the headline; 'FOR A FOURTH TIME...NO', and underneath was a picture of triumphant campaigners celebrating their victory! Oh the joy! After 10 years of battling, - they deserve to celebrate! But I give all the glory to God. He wanted to let me know, and I don't mind telling you, - it was an emotional moment. But it just shows what can be achieved using both 'the natural, and the spiritual' resources available to us, - plus, - that 'bulldog' refusal to quit! Hallelujah!
I love driving back to the Fylde Coast where I grew up. It seems, the nearer I get, the more liberty and freedom I feel. Why is that? Because God has not called me to be there, therefore there is no spiritual resistance. It's nice to enjoy a few days in that atmosphere...then it's 'back into the frae', as it were! It's just as important to be in the right 'geographical' location and church, as it is to know our gifting so that God can bless us, and use us, according to His plans and purposes.
I hope the following story will encourage anyone who may be facing some kind of threat in their local community. Ten years ago in 2003, a company called Canatxx from the USA, came to the Fylde Coast, wanting to store natural gas in the saltmines of the Wyre Estuary which runs into the Irish Sea. Soon after this, a stalwart group of people gathered together to set up resistance in the form of 'The Protect Wyre Group'.
In the meantime, confident they would win, Canatxx began buying up strategic areas of land near to the desired site, also endeavouring to curry favour with certain key people in the community. At the same time the PWG were gathering evidence of the dangers of storing volatile gas in that particular area, from various experts in the field. Plus, given the main industry of the Fylde Coast is tourism, the plans were set to devastate an area of natural beauty, not to mention the effect on wildlife, and the surrounding communities.
Apparently in Kansas a few years previously, in a similar situation where gas had been stored, there'd been an explosion causing loss of life after escaping gas had travelled about 8 miles underground.
Meanwhile, I was fighting the battle in the heavenlies (as I'm sure others were too). Thank God the planning application was refused. But the victory was short-lived as it soon became apparent that, undaunted, Canatxx were not for quitting! So, with more 'Say No To Gas' posters in every window, the PWG continued to fight on over the next few years, thwarting two further applications.
After that, another company called 'Halite Energy' arose, obviously confident they could win where their predecessors had failed. Meanwhile, though continuing to decree daily over the area during prayer, with two house moves over recent years, I'd lost touch with the progress of the campaign. However, whilst visiting this time, I got to wondering about it again, and happened to ask my mother if she'd heard any news about the situation. She said she hadn't.
Anyway, before leaving for the journey home, I went the petrol station to fill up my tank, and whilst standing at the till, my eyes fell on the local newspaper which bore the headline; 'FOR A FOURTH TIME...NO', and underneath was a picture of triumphant campaigners celebrating their victory! Oh the joy! After 10 years of battling, - they deserve to celebrate! But I give all the glory to God. He wanted to let me know, and I don't mind telling you, - it was an emotional moment. But it just shows what can be achieved using both 'the natural, and the spiritual' resources available to us, - plus, - that 'bulldog' refusal to quit! Hallelujah!
Tuesday, 9 April 2013
'Passion Is The Power That Carries Us Through...'
After chatting with those ladies at the Premier Inn on Easter Monday, I visited the livery yard as planned last Saturday. The lady I'd gone to see couldn't be there at that time, so I went for a wander round, stroking lots of warm noses, and just generally enjoying the familiar 'atmosphere and smells!' I was surprised at how much I remembered about 'heights and makes' of horses.
I eventually got chatting to a lady as she groomed her cute horse called Derry, and she let me brush his tail. I asked if I could come and watch her ride, then sat there on a dusty stool in the ice cold indoor school, hands and feet numb with cold, as she went round working her horse. It brought back lots of memories!
The thought crossed my mind, 'Would I ever ride again?' But was immediately dismissed. However, when she suddenly asked me to get on, I heard myself say; 'Yes!' I suppose I just couldn't resist the challenge!
Afterwards, I helped take Derry and another horse out to graze. On the way across the fields, there were fluffy white feathers everywhere! I couldn't work out whether it was from the Lord, or just evidence of the local Sparrow Hawk's lunch! But it seemed to me like that whole day was wrapped up in this 'huge red bow' like an unexpected gift from God, which I so thank Him for.
Let me just add here that a few years ago, I was required to walk away from my horse in order to fully obey the call of God on my life, which was hard. But when we obey him fully, as well as the assurance that He is in full control, and taking care of everything, He always has a way of recompensing.
Alot of the time I was involved with horses, I used to feel like such a fraud as, though I loved and admired them very much (and still do), it didn't really bother me one bit, whether I rode or not. For me it was more a necessity, and a discipline. On the other hand, a 'true horse person' is unmistakable, and quite something to behold. As children they'll sit astride a wall 'jogging away' with some bit of string, then one day they arrive on a livery yard prepared to do anything, - just to get to ride.
When we arrived on our very first livery yard, there was a lady there who had recently bought Rio, a grey Arab out of a horribly abusive situation. Arabs, not unlike Thoroughbreds can be a bit 'hyper' to say the least, so being mistreated did not help the situation. The first time my friend took Rio out for a hack, she'd not long left the yard when apparently, the horse dumped her on the grass verge, then bolted off up the lane. That was to be the first of many such falls. (I have fallen off about 4 times, - which is 4 times too many!) Another time Rio tore a man's sleeve from his arm whilst he was innocently putting in her morning feed. However, I watched this woman as she persevered to the point where she able to do perform simple dressage tests at the local shows.
Further down the line, we were at another place where there was this girlie with an enormous black horse called Arnie. This was definitely not one of the ones you'd go up and say 'hi' to on the yard! Also, when passing him from behind, you had to be mindful in giving his back legs a very wide berth!
Anyway, my daughter and I were there at the stables every morning around 7am mucking out, and this girl, who competed at quite a high level of dressage, was there most mornings in the indoor school, practising and working her horse. One time I was walking past just in time to see this thing rearing up vertical with her still sitting there! (Oh my goodness!) But then she carried on riding like nothing had really happened! Why? Passion! It's no surprise that there are lots of prize-winning rosette's around her stable, and it's that passion that carries her through to the victory.
Proverbs 29 v 18 tells us; 'Where there is no vision, the people perish'. In other words, if we have no 'real goal', nothing to aspire to, or strive for, we will just toddle along in life not really achieving much. It's good to 'know ourselves and our giftings' which we can find out primarily, by spending more time with the Lord in His Word, and in prayer. Once we locate that thing in us, that passion, we then need to seek the Lord as to how (and where) He wants us to use it.
My passion is encouraging people in their God-given gifting and purpose. In fact soon after meeting someone for the first time, I can't wait to find out their occupation....what they love to do, and what is their vision for the future. Though God gives the gifts, it's our responsibility to follow through in finding them out, then using them in the way He tells us, - all for His Glory. This is what the Parable of the Talents means in Matthew 25 v 15 - 29.
You are a unique being, created in the image of God, and have something about you that no one else has, or knows. Something that will be of great help and blessing to another. It's the devil's job however, to make you feel insignificant, and of no value, - but I'm here to tell you, - that is a great big fat lie because the Truth is, - he is scared of you!
Zechariah 4 v 10 tells us; 'Not to despise the day of small beginnings...'
So don't!
I eventually got chatting to a lady as she groomed her cute horse called Derry, and she let me brush his tail. I asked if I could come and watch her ride, then sat there on a dusty stool in the ice cold indoor school, hands and feet numb with cold, as she went round working her horse. It brought back lots of memories!
The thought crossed my mind, 'Would I ever ride again?' But was immediately dismissed. However, when she suddenly asked me to get on, I heard myself say; 'Yes!' I suppose I just couldn't resist the challenge!
Afterwards, I helped take Derry and another horse out to graze. On the way across the fields, there were fluffy white feathers everywhere! I couldn't work out whether it was from the Lord, or just evidence of the local Sparrow Hawk's lunch! But it seemed to me like that whole day was wrapped up in this 'huge red bow' like an unexpected gift from God, which I so thank Him for.
Let me just add here that a few years ago, I was required to walk away from my horse in order to fully obey the call of God on my life, which was hard. But when we obey him fully, as well as the assurance that He is in full control, and taking care of everything, He always has a way of recompensing.
Alot of the time I was involved with horses, I used to feel like such a fraud as, though I loved and admired them very much (and still do), it didn't really bother me one bit, whether I rode or not. For me it was more a necessity, and a discipline. On the other hand, a 'true horse person' is unmistakable, and quite something to behold. As children they'll sit astride a wall 'jogging away' with some bit of string, then one day they arrive on a livery yard prepared to do anything, - just to get to ride.
When we arrived on our very first livery yard, there was a lady there who had recently bought Rio, a grey Arab out of a horribly abusive situation. Arabs, not unlike Thoroughbreds can be a bit 'hyper' to say the least, so being mistreated did not help the situation. The first time my friend took Rio out for a hack, she'd not long left the yard when apparently, the horse dumped her on the grass verge, then bolted off up the lane. That was to be the first of many such falls. (I have fallen off about 4 times, - which is 4 times too many!) Another time Rio tore a man's sleeve from his arm whilst he was innocently putting in her morning feed. However, I watched this woman as she persevered to the point where she able to do perform simple dressage tests at the local shows.
Further down the line, we were at another place where there was this girlie with an enormous black horse called Arnie. This was definitely not one of the ones you'd go up and say 'hi' to on the yard! Also, when passing him from behind, you had to be mindful in giving his back legs a very wide berth!
Anyway, my daughter and I were there at the stables every morning around 7am mucking out, and this girl, who competed at quite a high level of dressage, was there most mornings in the indoor school, practising and working her horse. One time I was walking past just in time to see this thing rearing up vertical with her still sitting there! (Oh my goodness!) But then she carried on riding like nothing had really happened! Why? Passion! It's no surprise that there are lots of prize-winning rosette's around her stable, and it's that passion that carries her through to the victory.
Proverbs 29 v 18 tells us; 'Where there is no vision, the people perish'. In other words, if we have no 'real goal', nothing to aspire to, or strive for, we will just toddle along in life not really achieving much. It's good to 'know ourselves and our giftings' which we can find out primarily, by spending more time with the Lord in His Word, and in prayer. Once we locate that thing in us, that passion, we then need to seek the Lord as to how (and where) He wants us to use it.
My passion is encouraging people in their God-given gifting and purpose. In fact soon after meeting someone for the first time, I can't wait to find out their occupation....what they love to do, and what is their vision for the future. Though God gives the gifts, it's our responsibility to follow through in finding them out, then using them in the way He tells us, - all for His Glory. This is what the Parable of the Talents means in Matthew 25 v 15 - 29.
You are a unique being, created in the image of God, and have something about you that no one else has, or knows. Something that will be of great help and blessing to another. It's the devil's job however, to make you feel insignificant, and of no value, - but I'm here to tell you, - that is a great big fat lie because the Truth is, - he is scared of you!
Zechariah 4 v 10 tells us; 'Not to despise the day of small beginnings...'
So don't!
Friday, 5 April 2013
"A horse is a horse, of course, of course..."
On Monday I was enjoying a lovely 'Easter' lunch at the Premier Inn. Chicken Ceasar salad with some garlic bread. Yum. When the two ladies sitting in front of me rose to leave, one of them complimented me on the colour of my jumper. I thanked her then said; 'Being a Christian, I chose to wear purple during Easter because it signifies 'royalty'. After chatting a while, I discovered they were both 'horsie'...one had recently lost hers at the good old age of 23, meanwhile, the other lady had been involved in rescuing horses, some of which were Thoroughbreds.
We joked about how 'highly strung' they are, and I said 'there's another term I can't quite think of at the moment? 'Hyperactive? she said. - 'No, that's not it...... Anyway, I then said I'd like to visit their livery yard sometime, but quickly added, - 'but not to ride'. Truth be told, I've always preferred the grooming and care side of things. Even when we had three horses way back then, I only rode because I thought it was what the Lord wanted me to do.
So anyway, arrangements were made for 11am the following Saturday (tomorrow) and as the ladies began to leave...I suddenly called out after them; "...I remember now - it's 'drama queen!" ....they walked away laughing. It was good to talk about horses again.
Do you ever have one of those days when things get intense...your mind's constantly assailed with negative thoughts, and it's hard to settle to anything? At times like that I'll often hear the Lord whisper; 'Go ye...out!' Okay...so anyway, it's now Tuesday, and I set off towards the river, unaware I'm walking briskly...shoulders hunched...hands in pockets...eyebrows knit, - until I hear Him say, - that's not it! I take heed, then stand on the bridge, 'Now, - gaze!' (Ha ha) It's good to just 'gaze' sometimes...
Though the forecast promises warmer temperatures, evidence of the recent unrelenting easterly wind was apparent in the park, with the once abundant and colourful Primrose bed (next to the Steve Redgrave statue) now laying decimated and sparse. It seems the cold spell is unwilling to leave without a fight! Meanwhile, thank God for the stalwart daffodil and pussy willow assuring us, 'it really is spring!'
Ended the day with a bag of fruit and nuts whilst watching more of the 'Gospel of Matthew'.
'His heart is kept in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Thee...' Isaiah 26 v 3
We joked about how 'highly strung' they are, and I said 'there's another term I can't quite think of at the moment? 'Hyperactive? she said. - 'No, that's not it...... Anyway, I then said I'd like to visit their livery yard sometime, but quickly added, - 'but not to ride'. Truth be told, I've always preferred the grooming and care side of things. Even when we had three horses way back then, I only rode because I thought it was what the Lord wanted me to do.
So anyway, arrangements were made for 11am the following Saturday (tomorrow) and as the ladies began to leave...I suddenly called out after them; "...I remember now - it's 'drama queen!" ....they walked away laughing. It was good to talk about horses again.
Do you ever have one of those days when things get intense...your mind's constantly assailed with negative thoughts, and it's hard to settle to anything? At times like that I'll often hear the Lord whisper; 'Go ye...out!' Okay...so anyway, it's now Tuesday, and I set off towards the river, unaware I'm walking briskly...shoulders hunched...hands in pockets...eyebrows knit, - until I hear Him say, - that's not it! I take heed, then stand on the bridge, 'Now, - gaze!' (Ha ha) It's good to just 'gaze' sometimes...
Though the forecast promises warmer temperatures, evidence of the recent unrelenting easterly wind was apparent in the park, with the once abundant and colourful Primrose bed (next to the Steve Redgrave statue) now laying decimated and sparse. It seems the cold spell is unwilling to leave without a fight! Meanwhile, thank God for the stalwart daffodil and pussy willow assuring us, 'it really is spring!'
Ended the day with a bag of fruit and nuts whilst watching more of the 'Gospel of Matthew'.
'His heart is kept in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Thee...' Isaiah 26 v 3
Monday, 1 April 2013
Time to remember...
Last week, knowing the clocks were soon to go forward, I wrote out a note to remind myself, then placed it in a strategic place in my kitchen so I wouldn't forget! Every so often I kept moving it round so my eyes wouldn't get used to it. Anyway, late Saturday eve I was upstairs preparing for bed when the phone rang. It was my 87 year old mother;
"Have you remembered the clocks go for forward tonight?"
"No I haven't....thanks, mum.... (Ha ha) Oh, and thank You Lord for prompting her...
It put me in mind of Mark chapter 4 which is all about the parable of the Sower, and how our minds are under constant attack from the enemy. To me, that whole section is a piece of spiritual warfare. Jesus is describing all the ways the enemy uses, in order to stop us growing and maturing in the Lord as we meditate on His Word. Because he knows full well when we do, it's all over for him! Which brings us right back to the vital importance of Romans 12 verses 1 and 2.
Yesterday, I was on my way to Kensington Temple Church, ready to celebrate 'Resurrection Day'. I parked my car (which is very good at only £5 for 12 hours) and was on my way to the bus stop. There never seems to be any in between, - I'm either charging along, 'coat and bag flying', or standing for seemingly ages awaiting the next bus.
It was still perishingly cold...apparently something to do with the jet stream remaining south of the country keeping all the weather fronts (and milder air at bay). I confess to being a bit of 'a weather geek'. I used to love hanging out my washing but I don't have a garden now : ( Plus, years ago caring for a 'high maintentance' Thoroughbred meant having to know exactly whether he would need a rug or not, whilst out in the fields. You soon knew if you'd got it wrong, when fetching him in at the end of the day, as he'd be standing at the gate looking really sorry for himself!
Anyway, I'm standing there at the bus stop struggling with something the Lord is asking me to do, something which is going to require alot. However, there remains so many unanswered questions, and I've been wavering about it all for some time (according to James 1 v 6). I know He is wanting to take me into a deeper level of trust....but...
All of a sudden the words; 'Okey cokey' came to mind....I thought...what?! Then....'you put your WHOLE self in'....how I stopped myself bursting out laughing, I'll never know. But there again, - it is London...would anyone even notice...
One thing about God I've found is, the more I get to know Him, the more I see His sense of humour. We have many times shared a private joke, (mostly during challenging times when He has endeavoured to make me smile). One such time was recently when I was back in Lancashire visiting my mother. She enjoys 'quizzes' and after listening to a certain question on the radio, came and told me about it. It was about a particular song (from way back when).
I said I was sure someone else had covered it since, but I just couldn't think who it was. You know what it's like then, - it becomes an obsession til you get it? Anyway, I got half the name, then not long after that, my mum got the last name. Anyway, the song was 'Answer Me' and the artist was Barbara Dickson....and was probably way back sometime late 70's? Well whatever, I haven't heard anything of her in years...
Well, the very next morning I came down to breakfast and my mum told me; 'You'll never guess, one of the DJ's has just done this whole 'bio' on Barbara Dickson...all about her songs...who she married etc. ...I just smiled.....isn't He sweet? x
"Have you remembered the clocks go for forward tonight?"
"No I haven't....thanks, mum.... (Ha ha) Oh, and thank You Lord for prompting her...
It put me in mind of Mark chapter 4 which is all about the parable of the Sower, and how our minds are under constant attack from the enemy. To me, that whole section is a piece of spiritual warfare. Jesus is describing all the ways the enemy uses, in order to stop us growing and maturing in the Lord as we meditate on His Word. Because he knows full well when we do, it's all over for him! Which brings us right back to the vital importance of Romans 12 verses 1 and 2.
Yesterday, I was on my way to Kensington Temple Church, ready to celebrate 'Resurrection Day'. I parked my car (which is very good at only £5 for 12 hours) and was on my way to the bus stop. There never seems to be any in between, - I'm either charging along, 'coat and bag flying', or standing for seemingly ages awaiting the next bus.
It was still perishingly cold...apparently something to do with the jet stream remaining south of the country keeping all the weather fronts (and milder air at bay). I confess to being a bit of 'a weather geek'. I used to love hanging out my washing but I don't have a garden now : ( Plus, years ago caring for a 'high maintentance' Thoroughbred meant having to know exactly whether he would need a rug or not, whilst out in the fields. You soon knew if you'd got it wrong, when fetching him in at the end of the day, as he'd be standing at the gate looking really sorry for himself!
Anyway, I'm standing there at the bus stop struggling with something the Lord is asking me to do, something which is going to require alot. However, there remains so many unanswered questions, and I've been wavering about it all for some time (according to James 1 v 6). I know He is wanting to take me into a deeper level of trust....but...
All of a sudden the words; 'Okey cokey' came to mind....I thought...what?! Then....'you put your WHOLE self in'....how I stopped myself bursting out laughing, I'll never know. But there again, - it is London...would anyone even notice...
One thing about God I've found is, the more I get to know Him, the more I see His sense of humour. We have many times shared a private joke, (mostly during challenging times when He has endeavoured to make me smile). One such time was recently when I was back in Lancashire visiting my mother. She enjoys 'quizzes' and after listening to a certain question on the radio, came and told me about it. It was about a particular song (from way back when).
I said I was sure someone else had covered it since, but I just couldn't think who it was. You know what it's like then, - it becomes an obsession til you get it? Anyway, I got half the name, then not long after that, my mum got the last name. Anyway, the song was 'Answer Me' and the artist was Barbara Dickson....and was probably way back sometime late 70's? Well whatever, I haven't heard anything of her in years...
Well, the very next morning I came down to breakfast and my mum told me; 'You'll never guess, one of the DJ's has just done this whole 'bio' on Barbara Dickson...all about her songs...who she married etc. ...I just smiled.....isn't He sweet? x
Saturday, 30 March 2013
"It's Life Jim, but not as we know it..."
I awoke this morning with these words; 'What we say, we'll become'. Though still a little painful at times, my left leg is much improved and I'm careful to say nothing about it (or to it) other than healing. Proverbs 18 v 21 tells us; 'Death and life are in power of the tongue' I know one day without hardly realising, it will be fine. In the meantime, I'm still running up the stairs...still applying the Blood....and still speaking those things 'that are not as if they were', my faith acting (Heb 11 v 1 - 3). The Lord told me the other day; 'When the devil attacks, - shrug it off! Amen.
Had a wonderful Good Friday yesterday, just me and the Lord. My daughter had emailed me 'Have a restful time', and the word 'Rest' kept drawing me to Heb 3 and 4 so I meditated there for a while. Someone had given me the 'word for word' DVD of the Gospel of Matthew, which I watched whilst enjoying my salmon dinner (plus a few tissues along the way!) - will be watching the rest today. Oh, is so good. The Jesus character in it is so 'real' and full of joy.
A while back, I watched another film about the life of David. It didn't work for me however, because the 'Samuel' character was played by Leonard Nimoy, and all I could see was Mr Spok! Ha ha!!
I hear the Lord saying to me alot nowadays; 'Make much of the Blood'. Years ago, the Lord had me listen over and over to teaching tapes along these lines (yes, - 'ye ancient tapes') and am so glad I did! Last year I made a mistake by clicking on a suspect email in my spam box. Not long afterwards, all the words on my screen started disintegrating to the point where could I hardly read them....eeek....
One day I finally got wise, and laying my hands on my laptop, started speaking the power of the Blood into the hard drive, every working part, every file and document etc. I persevered in doing that whilst my mind was all the time, telling me; 'how ridiculous!' However, after about 3 days, all was back to normal! Oh, thank You Jesus for your precious Blood!
Then recently, whilst trying to write emails, my internet connection kept 'dropping out' and it was taking about half an hour to complete a message...grrr..was so frustrating...and the crosser I got, - the worse it got? Until I remembered what to do. As I've been writing this, the same thing started happening (the cursor kept halting)..oh no you don't satan...and I applied the Blood. No more probs. All glory to God! ' 'And they have overcome (conquered) him by means of the Blood of the Lamb and by the utterance of their testimony... Rev 12 v 11 (Amp)
Try saying Leonard Nimoy over and over, really fast, - it's a great tongue-twister! Have a great Resurrection Day and celebrate, - because He truly is Lord! Hallelujah!!
Had a wonderful Good Friday yesterday, just me and the Lord. My daughter had emailed me 'Have a restful time', and the word 'Rest' kept drawing me to Heb 3 and 4 so I meditated there for a while. Someone had given me the 'word for word' DVD of the Gospel of Matthew, which I watched whilst enjoying my salmon dinner (plus a few tissues along the way!) - will be watching the rest today. Oh, is so good. The Jesus character in it is so 'real' and full of joy.
A while back, I watched another film about the life of David. It didn't work for me however, because the 'Samuel' character was played by Leonard Nimoy, and all I could see was Mr Spok! Ha ha!!
I hear the Lord saying to me alot nowadays; 'Make much of the Blood'. Years ago, the Lord had me listen over and over to teaching tapes along these lines (yes, - 'ye ancient tapes') and am so glad I did! Last year I made a mistake by clicking on a suspect email in my spam box. Not long afterwards, all the words on my screen started disintegrating to the point where could I hardly read them....eeek....
One day I finally got wise, and laying my hands on my laptop, started speaking the power of the Blood into the hard drive, every working part, every file and document etc. I persevered in doing that whilst my mind was all the time, telling me; 'how ridiculous!' However, after about 3 days, all was back to normal! Oh, thank You Jesus for your precious Blood!
Then recently, whilst trying to write emails, my internet connection kept 'dropping out' and it was taking about half an hour to complete a message...grrr..was so frustrating...and the crosser I got, - the worse it got? Until I remembered what to do. As I've been writing this, the same thing started happening (the cursor kept halting)..oh no you don't satan...and I applied the Blood. No more probs. All glory to God! ' 'And they have overcome (conquered) him by means of the Blood of the Lamb and by the utterance of their testimony... Rev 12 v 11 (Amp)
Try saying Leonard Nimoy over and over, really fast, - it's a great tongue-twister! Have a great Resurrection Day and celebrate, - because He truly is Lord! Hallelujah!!
Thursday, 28 March 2013
"When Belgian Chocolate calls..."
So much happened today, I hardly know what to put, or where to start. But I am limited for space...
Okay, I'll talk about this; Years ago, I had issues with chocolate in that, where most people can take a little bite and leave the rest til later, I could not, and to be honest, over the years, it became quite an addiction. Eventually, I came to the point where I knew I'd have to give it up altogether because it is not good for anything to have such a hold on our lives.
Another good thing was to find out I was actually allergic to it, as I no longer experienced certain aches and pains in my muscles. Also, as I subsequently allowed the Lord to 'overhaul' my eating habits, many other physical symptoms disappeared from my body too, which I believe were as a direct result of eating certain foods.
Anyway, back to today. Every so often I'm prompted of the Lord to go for a nice meal. Recently, after receiving some birthday money from my Auntie, I decided to save it until Easter. There are two 'posh' restaurants nearby, - one more 'posh' than the other, and which also boasts beautiful views across the Thames river. After praying I felt this was the one I should go to.
However, the last time I visited there (which was Thanksgiving Day last year) when the coffee arrived, it was accompanied, not by the usual wrapped chocolate mints, (which are easy to refuse) but by three delicious Belgian Chocolates...one dark, one milk...one white...drool. Anyway, I got so carried away with the moment, that I 'caved' and ate them (yes, - all three). I thought; 'It's okay...it's just a 'one off...' I even prayed beforehand and remember feeling a freedom. Taking that as a green light from the Lord, I went ahead. The waitress even offered me more to take home! (I didn't!)
However, when Christmas arrived, whereas it wouldn't normally bother me at all, I suddenly found myself thinking about chocolate all the time, and whilst visiting my daughter and mother's homes (where it seemed to be everywhere) found myself strongly tempted to 'just have one or two'. - 'Come into my parlour said the spider to the fly'. I got a revelation...quick. The 'freedom' I'd experienced that Thanksgiving Day had been the Holy Spirit allowing me to make a choice...the right choice...
So anyway, back to the dilemma, I didn't want to go back to that same restaurant. - What if I couldn't refuse when the chocolates arrived? (Ha ha) So, this 'great woman of faith' rang the other place to enquire about the menu; 'Liver..(yuk)...pork...some sort of fish I'd never heard of....no thank you....there was nothing for it, - and I knew what the Lord was saying! - As well as repent, I had to face the situation again, and overcome...and I did, and had a lovely meal! Thank You Lord! He is so merciful! : )
'It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery...' Galatians 5 v 1.
Okay, I'll talk about this; Years ago, I had issues with chocolate in that, where most people can take a little bite and leave the rest til later, I could not, and to be honest, over the years, it became quite an addiction. Eventually, I came to the point where I knew I'd have to give it up altogether because it is not good for anything to have such a hold on our lives.
Another good thing was to find out I was actually allergic to it, as I no longer experienced certain aches and pains in my muscles. Also, as I subsequently allowed the Lord to 'overhaul' my eating habits, many other physical symptoms disappeared from my body too, which I believe were as a direct result of eating certain foods.
Anyway, back to today. Every so often I'm prompted of the Lord to go for a nice meal. Recently, after receiving some birthday money from my Auntie, I decided to save it until Easter. There are two 'posh' restaurants nearby, - one more 'posh' than the other, and which also boasts beautiful views across the Thames river. After praying I felt this was the one I should go to.
However, the last time I visited there (which was Thanksgiving Day last year) when the coffee arrived, it was accompanied, not by the usual wrapped chocolate mints, (which are easy to refuse) but by three delicious Belgian Chocolates...one dark, one milk...one white...drool. Anyway, I got so carried away with the moment, that I 'caved' and ate them (yes, - all three). I thought; 'It's okay...it's just a 'one off...' I even prayed beforehand and remember feeling a freedom. Taking that as a green light from the Lord, I went ahead. The waitress even offered me more to take home! (I didn't!)
However, when Christmas arrived, whereas it wouldn't normally bother me at all, I suddenly found myself thinking about chocolate all the time, and whilst visiting my daughter and mother's homes (where it seemed to be everywhere) found myself strongly tempted to 'just have one or two'. - 'Come into my parlour said the spider to the fly'. I got a revelation...quick. The 'freedom' I'd experienced that Thanksgiving Day had been the Holy Spirit allowing me to make a choice...the right choice...
So anyway, back to the dilemma, I didn't want to go back to that same restaurant. - What if I couldn't refuse when the chocolates arrived? (Ha ha) So, this 'great woman of faith' rang the other place to enquire about the menu; 'Liver..(yuk)...pork...some sort of fish I'd never heard of....no thank you....there was nothing for it, - and I knew what the Lord was saying! - As well as repent, I had to face the situation again, and overcome...and I did, and had a lovely meal! Thank You Lord! He is so merciful! : )
'It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery...' Galatians 5 v 1.
Friday, 22 March 2013
"It's not like the old days..."
Years ago there used to be this fun kids programme on the telly called 'Live and Kicking'. It was the one thing that used to get us out of bed early every Saturday morning, because being 'really live', there was always this sense of anticipation about what may, or may not happen, or which famous guest might suddenly appear during those 3 hours on the air...
Amongst the fun and frivolities, there was always this same comedy sketch in a school staff room where there were these disgruntled teachers all lounging around, grumbling and complaining, about this that and the other. Every week we'd be waiting for that same 'punch line' when one of them would finally blurt out those famous words; 'It's not like the old days.....' to which another would wearily agree; 'You're so right...' Then we'd all fall about laughing...
Well, I'm sure you'll agree, - it really is not like the old days now! Life is now so complicated. Just technology alone can sometimes have you almost climbing the walls in frustration...not to mention all the troubles in the world....wars...and rumours of wars just as Jesus warned us about in Matthew 24.
I'm currently half way through Wendy Alec's gripping novel 'A Pale Horse'. Anyone who is maybe thinking it's all just pure fantasy, think again. The content will have been prayerfully and carefully researched, including the gleaning of certain information from those 'in the know'.
Jesus knew all of what would happen in the future and was not phased, but instead, instructed us what we must do. Thirteen times during the gospels, He exhorted us to 'Watch and pray'. So it must be something important, eh? Years ago not long after my salvation, I saw on the church notices sheet 'New Years Eve Watchnight' and remember being filled with wonder about what 'mysterious and mystical' thing might possibly be about to happen....
However Jesus, being always most practical, meant nothing more than doing certain things that would keep us close to Him, and therefore, under His constant protection. For example, living a surrendered lifestyle, staying in the Word, and consistent prayer is 'watching'. Another form of 'the watch' is praying protection over ourselves and our loved ones every day. That way we will not be taken unawares, but instead be prepared and ready, whenever trouble shows up.
Also, spending sometime during our day praying fervently in tongues is a great way to remain 'bulldog strong' - ready to face anything! All of this requires commitment, effort and self control, which our flesh really does not like! - Nevertheless, - we can do it!
In the area I live, the TV signal is not very good, and last year I lost my connection completely. After endeavouring to fix it for a while, I eventually left off trying, and have since not really missed it at all. I now stick to Christian teaching and worship DVD's.
Some folks think that we need to keep up to date with all the worldly news in order to 'stay in the know' and be prepared for whatever. The truth is, the more we fill our minds with all that negativity and fear, the more our faith will begin diminish. Meditating in the Word however, will keep us above every negative circumstance, and walking in wisdom. Make no mistake, having a strong spirit is the ONLY thing that will take us through the many challenges that will come against us in these last days.
It's time to start really 'backing away' from the things of the world and all that will distract us from hearing that 'still small voice' which is the earnest, heartfelt cry of the Bridegroom for His Bride...
Amongst the fun and frivolities, there was always this same comedy sketch in a school staff room where there were these disgruntled teachers all lounging around, grumbling and complaining, about this that and the other. Every week we'd be waiting for that same 'punch line' when one of them would finally blurt out those famous words; 'It's not like the old days.....' to which another would wearily agree; 'You're so right...' Then we'd all fall about laughing...
Well, I'm sure you'll agree, - it really is not like the old days now! Life is now so complicated. Just technology alone can sometimes have you almost climbing the walls in frustration...not to mention all the troubles in the world....wars...and rumours of wars just as Jesus warned us about in Matthew 24.
I'm currently half way through Wendy Alec's gripping novel 'A Pale Horse'. Anyone who is maybe thinking it's all just pure fantasy, think again. The content will have been prayerfully and carefully researched, including the gleaning of certain information from those 'in the know'.
Jesus knew all of what would happen in the future and was not phased, but instead, instructed us what we must do. Thirteen times during the gospels, He exhorted us to 'Watch and pray'. So it must be something important, eh? Years ago not long after my salvation, I saw on the church notices sheet 'New Years Eve Watchnight' and remember being filled with wonder about what 'mysterious and mystical' thing might possibly be about to happen....
However Jesus, being always most practical, meant nothing more than doing certain things that would keep us close to Him, and therefore, under His constant protection. For example, living a surrendered lifestyle, staying in the Word, and consistent prayer is 'watching'. Another form of 'the watch' is praying protection over ourselves and our loved ones every day. That way we will not be taken unawares, but instead be prepared and ready, whenever trouble shows up.
Also, spending sometime during our day praying fervently in tongues is a great way to remain 'bulldog strong' - ready to face anything! All of this requires commitment, effort and self control, which our flesh really does not like! - Nevertheless, - we can do it!
In the area I live, the TV signal is not very good, and last year I lost my connection completely. After endeavouring to fix it for a while, I eventually left off trying, and have since not really missed it at all. I now stick to Christian teaching and worship DVD's.
Some folks think that we need to keep up to date with all the worldly news in order to 'stay in the know' and be prepared for whatever. The truth is, the more we fill our minds with all that negativity and fear, the more our faith will begin diminish. Meditating in the Word however, will keep us above every negative circumstance, and walking in wisdom. Make no mistake, having a strong spirit is the ONLY thing that will take us through the many challenges that will come against us in these last days.
It's time to start really 'backing away' from the things of the world and all that will distract us from hearing that 'still small voice' which is the earnest, heartfelt cry of the Bridegroom for His Bride...
Wednesday, 20 March 2013
Horse Instantly Healed!
Today is Wednesday, - and 'gym day' once again. I walked alot round town yesterday and my left leg was still painful so, as I made my way to the Leisure Centre, wondered if today might possibly be perhaps, 'a little less time on the tread mill...maybe miss out some of the equipment?'...no such thing....okay Lord, - here we go! : / However, as soon as I got going, found myself 'pressing on to go further, with the result that there is now much improvement in the flexibility of that leg.
In between time, I've been applying the Blood, also speaking to it in the Name of Jesus; 'to be made whole!' I've only ever experienced one instant healing, the rest I've had to contend for on the basis of the finished work of the Cross. (Jude verse 3) Also 1Peter 2 v 24 tells us; 'By His wounds you have been healed'....He bore it all! Glory to God! The 'instant' healing I'm referring to, was not my own but my daughter's horse Chandler, and this is the testimony;
It was a cold dark winter's evening on the livery yard and I was alone whilst everyone else had prepared their horses for the night and left. At that time we had three horses; Chandler, Slipper (the ex racehorse) and Connor (a cute little grey Connemara pony who I'd been practising on in order to eventually ride Slipper).
During the winter months on most English yards (and where there is a shortage of land), the horses are kept off the fields to allow the grass to recover ready for the following Spring. Therefore, it's the responsibility of every owner to ensure their horses are properly exercised every day. Where possible (and when the indoor was free) I always liked to get them out early in the morning, and last thing at night for a good runaround. Normally I'd only allow two in there at the most, however, I was short of time that particular evening and decided for once, to put all three horses out together, which I did, then left them to play.
After mucking out their stables, I prepared their dishes of carrots and and provine then, because they were just standing around, took a lunge whip with me in order to get them moving round.Well, as usual, there was great jubilance as the three of them went cavorting round together. However, Chandler, being the biggest of them (at almost 17 hands), took a corner too fast and fell badly onto his side. He seemed okay though, as he got back to his feet, however, as I led him back to his stable he was obviously reluctant to walk.
As I pulled on his rug and clipped it into place, I reasoned; 'He'll be fine after an overnight rest', then placing his dish in one corner of the stable, I left. However, as I walked up the passage I suddenly heard him start pawing the ground. Instantly, I froze. Anyone who knew Chandler, knew that it was unheard of, for him to be separated from his tea. This could mean only one thing, - he couldn't move.
Shaking from head to toe, I returned to his stable to find him standing where I'd left him, stock still. My faith was about to be tested to max.....whilst my mind was struggling to think what to do. Undoing his rug, I dragged it off then placing trembling hands on his body, I prayed the prayer of faith....what did it say in Mark 11 v 24?! - 'Believe you receive, WHEN YOU PRAY'....there was nothing for it, but to act accordingly.... pulling a head collar over his soft brown muzzle, I clicked on the lead rope, then flinging open the stable door, began dragging him out into the passage....
I'm telling you, it was a good thing there was no one else present, otherwise they would have been calling the RSPCA for sure! There are varying degrees of lameness in horses...and I knew this was 'bad lame'. Well, he did not want move, - let alone walk....so how I managed to get him to the top of the passage, I don't know.... but then, as I turned him around to return, I heard this sort of 'loud click' then came 'a release', and next, he was walking freely back to his stable, eager to tuck into his tea! Oh, thank You Jesus!
I shared nothing of the incident with my daughter until after she'd rode him again the next evening, as I didn't want her to be in any way hindered or maybe cautious about the way she handled him.
Glory to God!
In between time, I've been applying the Blood, also speaking to it in the Name of Jesus; 'to be made whole!' I've only ever experienced one instant healing, the rest I've had to contend for on the basis of the finished work of the Cross. (Jude verse 3) Also 1Peter 2 v 24 tells us; 'By His wounds you have been healed'....He bore it all! Glory to God! The 'instant' healing I'm referring to, was not my own but my daughter's horse Chandler, and this is the testimony;
It was a cold dark winter's evening on the livery yard and I was alone whilst everyone else had prepared their horses for the night and left. At that time we had three horses; Chandler, Slipper (the ex racehorse) and Connor (a cute little grey Connemara pony who I'd been practising on in order to eventually ride Slipper).
During the winter months on most English yards (and where there is a shortage of land), the horses are kept off the fields to allow the grass to recover ready for the following Spring. Therefore, it's the responsibility of every owner to ensure their horses are properly exercised every day. Where possible (and when the indoor was free) I always liked to get them out early in the morning, and last thing at night for a good runaround. Normally I'd only allow two in there at the most, however, I was short of time that particular evening and decided for once, to put all three horses out together, which I did, then left them to play.
After mucking out their stables, I prepared their dishes of carrots and and provine then, because they were just standing around, took a lunge whip with me in order to get them moving round.Well, as usual, there was great jubilance as the three of them went cavorting round together. However, Chandler, being the biggest of them (at almost 17 hands), took a corner too fast and fell badly onto his side. He seemed okay though, as he got back to his feet, however, as I led him back to his stable he was obviously reluctant to walk.
As I pulled on his rug and clipped it into place, I reasoned; 'He'll be fine after an overnight rest', then placing his dish in one corner of the stable, I left. However, as I walked up the passage I suddenly heard him start pawing the ground. Instantly, I froze. Anyone who knew Chandler, knew that it was unheard of, for him to be separated from his tea. This could mean only one thing, - he couldn't move.
Shaking from head to toe, I returned to his stable to find him standing where I'd left him, stock still. My faith was about to be tested to max.....whilst my mind was struggling to think what to do. Undoing his rug, I dragged it off then placing trembling hands on his body, I prayed the prayer of faith....what did it say in Mark 11 v 24?! - 'Believe you receive, WHEN YOU PRAY'....there was nothing for it, but to act accordingly.... pulling a head collar over his soft brown muzzle, I clicked on the lead rope, then flinging open the stable door, began dragging him out into the passage....
I'm telling you, it was a good thing there was no one else present, otherwise they would have been calling the RSPCA for sure! There are varying degrees of lameness in horses...and I knew this was 'bad lame'. Well, he did not want move, - let alone walk....so how I managed to get him to the top of the passage, I don't know.... but then, as I turned him around to return, I heard this sort of 'loud click' then came 'a release', and next, he was walking freely back to his stable, eager to tuck into his tea! Oh, thank You Jesus!
I shared nothing of the incident with my daughter until after she'd rode him again the next evening, as I didn't want her to be in any way hindered or maybe cautious about the way she handled him.
Glory to God!
Thursday, 14 March 2013
Prophetic Goldfinch?
There's a particular biblical principle that I've found to be particularly helpful in life, and it's found in the book of Proverbs Chap 4 v 6; '...in an abundance of counsellors there is victory and safety' (Amp)
Years ago, when my daughter was 18, she wanted a horse for her birthday and fell in love with Chandler, a 2 year old bay gelding bred for eventing. My daughter knew a little about horses, - I knew nothing, and when she started college, I suddenly found myself alone with this lively, gangling young horse. We didn't find out 'til alot further down the line that you just don't take on a youngster if you don't know what you're doing! But God was with us. (Note to self; 'Must get this book published!')
So anyway, I learned that whenever something came up I wasn't sure how to deal with, I'd speak to lots of different people on the yard we were on, - from the most experienced, to the novice I would ask them. Everyone knows something. Then I'd pray. Sometimes I'd take their advice but sometimes God would lead another way. This principal is also very useful in the process of eliminating the wrong choices.
I said all that because of an experience I had today whilst at home sitting in my little office. The window in that room is unusually tall, reaching from the ceiling almost to the floor, but also very narrow...barely 18 inches wide. Outside of it is quite a wide concrete ledge edged with low metal 2 bar fencing.
So there I am sitting with my back to the window on my laptop busy writing, when I heard this 'soft thump' on the window. I turned to see this beautiful Goldfinch keep throwing itself 'spread eagled' against the glass.
At first I thought it had inadvertently bumped into the window then became momentarily disorientated...perhaps even fleeing some predator? However, it persisted in flying at the window, but not hard enough to hurt itself, then in between, it would perch on the metal fencing for a moment or two before setting off again...it really seemed like it was intentional....then quite suddenly it just flew off!
So all you prophetic people out there? I would be interested to hear your take...what do you think? Maybe it was nothing after all...ha ha...well anyway, - it was a very pretty little bird....
Wednesday, 13 March 2013
Overcoming Faith!
I arrived back Monday after a great week back in Lancashire with family, celebrating birthday and Mother's Day. However, after all those extra 'goodies' it was time get back down to some exercise. Wednesday is always 'gym day' but today I really didn't want to go.
Three weeks ago I must have somehow 'tweaked' something in my left leg 'cos since then it's been at times, quite painful to walk on. However, there was no sympathy from heaven; 'Go ye, to the gym!' (ha ha). Then as I made my way over to the Leisure Centre, the Lord was telling me; 'Walk as normal' whilst all the time my mind was reminding me; 'You've hurt yourself, - limp! - Which would I obey? Hebrews 11 v 1 says; 'Now faith is the substance of the thing hoped for, being the proof of things we do not see...' (Amp)
The thing is, no matter what instructions we receive from God, our minds are always going to disagree and try to reason it away. As human beings, we are a spirit, we own a soul, which is our mind, will and emotions, and we live in a body. When God speaks to us, it is to our spirits, not our minds, therefore, in order to be constantly walking in obedience, we have to allow our born again spirits to always dominate our souls and always have the last word!
This is why it's so vital we keep on renewing our minds and be daily feeding our spirits with the Word of God so that we are more easily able to dominate the world, the flesh and the devil. (Romans 12 v 2). This will also enable us to hear His Voice more clearly.
In the meantime I received some more wisdom regarding my leg; 'Don't tap dance in the kitchen!' Years ago I used to tap dance. Since then, it's become something of a habit to just do a few steps here and there, whilst waiting for the kettle to boil or for something to finish cooking. Recently however, the Lord has been warning me not to do this any longer especially in my slippers on the hard floor of the kitchen, - most likely because without first warming up, it's probably jarring my joints and muscles...
Well, praise the Lord, - here endeth another blog which, after a day of various technical problems and hitches, nearly didn't happen! Though by this time, feeling completely uninspired, I decided to give it one more try! All glory to God for His help and grace...
Saturday, 23 February 2013
Obedience brings blessings!
....Okay, here is my very first blog entry! (Hallelujah, she made it, - it's a miracle!) Right, well the main reason for this blog is, to give testimony of past challenges and trials, including all mistakes, in order to encourage others in their walk with the Lord.
I've named it Faith Adventures because when embarking on something the Lord has told us to do, - that is what it is! Though it doesn't always 'feel like' an adventure, if we would choose always to'look ahead' keeping our eyes fixed on Him, and 'pushing through' those hard times, - the rewards will be immeasurable! - Not to mention coming into a deeper place of relationship with Him.
What is the alternative? A lack lustre, mediocre life of same old...same old...I don't know about you, but I do not want to arrive in heaven and find out about all the people that could have been helped...could have been saved, if I'd just been obedient to the Voice of God.
Anyway, I'm kicking things off with what I think is one of the most important scriptures in the bible, one that most Christians will know which is, Romans 12 v 1 -2 about becoming a living sacrifice, and being transformed by the renewing of our minds. The main point of entry the enemy uses in order to attack and control us, is our minds. If he can then get us to focus on a negative thought, and better still cause us to 'speak it,' he now has the authority to bring it to pass in our lives, - which is why we must each be diligent daily, in meditating scriptures then confessing them, in order to bring the blessings to pass in our lives, and not the curse.
I'm now going to give example of what can happen when we make a decision on our past experience (or wrong mindset) instead of trusting what the Lord is telling us to do. Many times we can mess up the call of God on our lives by 'second guessing' His leading. Proverbs 19 v 3 tells us; 'The foolishness of man subverts his way (ruins his affairs); then his heart is resentful and frets against the Lord' (Amp)
I moved into this house in Marlow in late December 2011 and for the first 6 months, faced battle after battle.This was besides endeavouring to settle in and get my bearings in a new area where I knew no one. The way the enemy worked on me also, was to keep on causing niggling problems to occur that needed sorting out, then as I endeavoured to fix them, my housework would begin to build up and I'd become overwhelmed. Amidst all of this, I would hear the Lord whisper; 'Get a cleaner...'
My mind baulked, - 'Excuse me, - a what?!' - I thought that people who had cleaners were posh people with important jobs, - not folks like me who seemed to spend all their time trying to get their electronic equipment to work? (Ha ha) Another word of wisdom here; most things the Lord tells us to do, will be in direct conflict with our minds, also what God orders, - he pays for! Anyway so, in not heeding Him at that time, I made life much harder for myself than need be. I also achieved very little of what He has called me to do last year, which is to write! Anyway, thank the Lord, I have recently obeyed the instruction (at last) and now have a cleaner. Oh,...the peace that followed...not to mention the relief...
So, whatever you know God is calling you to do, get a revelation; 'Ignore your crazy mind, - and obey!
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