I was sitting outside beside flowing water having a prayer time. Speaking to the Lord about where I was at and how my life was going. Asking Him many questions about the future.  Trying to listen to any response that He might give. Life had been very busy lately but not just busy in my own personal life and in the Ministry, there were also many questions that needed answers and I wanted to do the Lord’s will. I was feeling quite empty, unsure at my discernment. What next Lord? Guide me. I called out to Him, “Lord I believe but help my unbelief.” I needed some encouragement. I was…

I’m not OCD but I do like a bit of order. My life has been so busy lately and my body has not felt up to pushing it too much. For if I do, I’m up most of the night with niggling pain. This has frustrated me at times. In this busy time, my chores have gone by the by. I have had my washing on the line for 3 days because I have had no time between 6 and midnight to bring it in and put it away. Meals have been haphazard, floors have not been cleaned, the minimal housework has been done. Again, so frustrating for it is…

Listening to the voice trying to share their needs, their problems through the sobs was a little bit difficult but I got the gist. It did not matter that I had not heard every word. Jesus had. It was not my response that was being depended upon, even though it helps. It was God responding, the Holy Spirit responding that was most important for this persons prayers of need, of desperation, of hopelessness. The action of letting it all go, letting it all out – for it had been held in for so long a time – was a balm for the soul. Then the Loving comforting Spirit of God…

As we approach the greatest week in history of all time, the Passion of our Lord, I reflect upon where I am at. Is not that, part of the purpose of the Lenten Season? To think about your life in regard to where is Christ in your life? Does He make a difference? Or have you pushed Him to the side? I feel very unprepared on the one hand and on the other, there was nothing more that I could do. Part of me feels very raw, exposed, vulnerable due to my body starting to not work as well, my energy levels get depleted quicker, I can’t do as much…

I met a few of them all within a couple of days. They just happened to be older men and women but I’m sure younger ones would have acted the same. They were sitting all by themselves portraying loneliness, dissatisfaction. They portrayed an ‘I don’t care’ attitude, ‘don’t come near me.’ Their folded arms and demeanour said ‘keep out’ but how could I do that? We were in a talk and were asked to turn to the people around us and say ‘hello.’ As I turned, I saw no movement from the man near me. No movement from the lady in front of me so I stepped out of my…