The very first story I ever heard was that of Jesus inviting his disciples to come and have breakfast on the beach, by the Sea of Galilee, it went home in such a close way that I never forgot the fish count, 153. It went straight to my heart, my memory.
Over the last few months I have been listening to the gentlest whisper;
‘Come and have breakfast!’
And that, has been my spiritual experience, a quiet, leisurely breakfast with the Lord – precious.
Perhaps that is why, since no one else, wanted the job, I volunteered to come up with something for our baptistery/font for our recent flower festival. Now I’m not a flower arranger, I like to see my flowers growing, or else in a vase, so this is what I came up, I thoroughly enjoyed it, Working in the whole space, by myself, with sand, shells, pebbles, pot plants, net and silver fishes made by children’s hands, and you know every now and again, I am sure I heard the lap of water …. Here’s the finished,( not so masterly), masterpiece. It was good to be a little girl again!
My favourite story can be read in John chapter . I feel sure that this little bit of child’s play has given me a whole fresh outlook on life.
May you be blessed
Fresh Whispers 