Things Too Wonderful

My car is dead.  It was a terminal case of head gasket and cracked cylinder and a few other things (mechanics not being my best thing I am unable to supply the details)  but it has driven its last journey.  Needless to say, this was unwelcome and expensive news, given our current circumstances.   I need a new car. 

I don’t think I mentioned here that a couple of months ago, a very polite gentleman drove into the back of me while I was driving Steve’s car.  At least, I wasn’t driving it at the time so much as Continue Reading »

I have to say that as weeks go, this one hasn’t been the best.

• Steve went to another healing meeting, and as he lined up with the others to be prayed for the guy next to him went flying over, hitting him in the temple with his elbow and nearly knocking him unconscious.  Steve had a blinding headache for the next three days! And no, there was no miraculous healing for him.

• We had to cancel our family holiday to the South Coast because of the leaky radiator on Steve’s car.

• In an attempt to make it up to the kids, we decided to drive to the water park in a nearby city (in my car).  The head gasket blew and we spent most of the afternoon sitting at the side of the duel carriageway waiting for the RAC to rescue us. Continue Reading »
  

God has really been challenging me recently through Isaiah 45:3 

“I will give you the treasures of darkness, riches stored in secret places”

Which I take to mean that there is treasure to be found when times are difficult and you feel like you’re going through dark places. 

There is something about suffering which makes us more receptive to God.  Maybe because we are crying out for answers and maybe because there is nowhere else to turn.  I know that on the days when Steve just can’t get out of bed and I’m feeling weighed down by the responsibility and difficulty of it all, that I am more open to hearing God.  Probably because I need His help so much on those days just to get through.  Continue Reading »

I became a christian in the May of the year I turned fifteen.  It was the best decision I have ever made.

My Dad was in the army, and I had spent most of my life moving from one army base to another; a new home every year/eighteen months.  By the time he left the army, to give us a more stable secondary school education, I was twelve, and I had already learnt not to get too close to people, because you’re always going to have to say goodbye.  We moved to a small market town in the North of England, and started to try and put down some roots for the first time.

I didn’t feel as if I belonged.  The kids there had known each other since infancy and I just didn’t fit.  I was Continue Reading »

If I’ve heard it once, I’ve heard it a thousand times this last couple of years: “You’re coping really well”.

I appreciate the encouragement but actually I’m fed up of ‘coping’. 

I want to live again, without this constant feeling of having to battle all the time with the consequences of ill health in the family, the financial difficulties that has brought, the pressures of trying to hold it all together and the many other things which just seem to come one after the other.  I know that there are lots of people reading this who feel exactly the same, although your actual situation might be different.  ‘When is all this going to come to an end? Continue Reading »