Things Too Wonderful

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 »
  

Last time I blogged I told you about the meeting we went to where my husband, Steve, was picked out of the crowd and prayed for for healing.  We really believed that God had done something amazing in his life.  After all, it wasn’t like he had responded to a general word, he was picked out and told exactly what was wrong.

 I would love more than anything to be able to blog today and say that he is completely healed.  The reality is that he appears no better.  He has had a rough week, spent a lot of time in bed, is in just as much pain and feels just as exhausted.  Do I understand what is going on?  Not a clue.  Last week I really believed that God had done a miracle.  It hurts when hopes hit the ground - especially when they fell from such a height.  Of course we are desperately disappointed.  Who wouldn’t be?  I have spent the week (as it has become increasingly apparent that a miracle hasn’t occurred yet) working through my disappointment at the same time as answering all the excited friends and people who were at the meeting and want to hear the testimony, and instead I have had to explain that he is not healed yet.  By the end of the week I just stopped answering the phone. 

It’s been a tough week. 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 »