Looking for Still Waters

Abbey  Fields,  Kenilworth    

 

 

 

 When I started to write

 "Let There be Light"

 as my blog post,

 I did so partly to leave a record for  my family. 

 I wanted them to know something of my life

they might otherwise never really know.

  About what it was that had made me the person I am.

And, yes, I wanted them to know how much my story,

 even my being around for them,

had been dependent on God's intervention.

 

Just before I began to put the words together in any organised way,

 I was asked to speak about some of  my experiences of God,  at a small meeting.

 

 Usually when I speak it is to preach,

 and  although many people know I was wonderfully healed few know the details,

 so I was surprised to find myself at this meeting,

 sharing more than I had ever done before. 

   I was surprised at the impact made by what I told of God's light pouring into my life.

 

The response came because I had been ready to make myself vulnerable in a new way.

 

 It made me wonder what writing things down would truly entail. 

 

As I began to write, it seemed at first to flow easily enough.

  I thought I would be able to do it much as I do my painting,

 and fit it in and around the other priorities of my life, posting as I wrote. 

 

It hasn't turned out like that.

  I can see now I was foolish to think it would.

 

 As things come flooding back I find it really is

 time to speak about the inner journey with God,

 and not simply the physical manifestation of healing.  

 

   This is not a thing I find easy to do.

 

   There is an intimacy in God's dealings with each one of us

which requires wisdom and delicacy to reveal

.  It needs stillness and  waiting on God

 to find words to approximate the truth.

 Rather than squeezing moments here and there, as I have tried to do,

 I now know I must set aside a specific time to listen, remember,

 and write honestly and without flowery language or super spirituality.

 

I don't know yet how I can or will do that. 

 I simply know that I must try.

 

Lower Ladyes Hill, Kenilworth 

 

 With the Christmas season ahead life is due to get busy for us all.

 

I have sermons to prepare, worship practices to fit in, shopping and homey things,

 and the small matter of a new great grand child, just moments up the road,

 due on Boxing Day,

 while there is a much loved big brother- in -waiting to be thoroughly played  with

 and enjoyed as we wait.

 

I know you have much to do too.

 

Though there may well be a post or two before that,

but after the holidays I will be looking for a space to reflect and take up 

 "Let There be Light"

 again.

 

I hope you will join me then.

 

Blessings