Tag: change

Rainy Day Chickens

I looked and I saw?

Chickens out in the rain, puddles up to the knees, squawking as only very wet, miserable chickens can.

What?

Had they no sense?

Why didn’t they head for their nice cosy hen house?

Puzzled, I reached for trusty waterproof with a hood, someone needed to get those silly hens in, and if it had to be me, it had to be me.

At iiii shhh ooo. At iiii shhh ooo!

That’s when I realised I had flu, just as the hands of Jesus reached down to pick me up and tuck me under his arm.

“No not you. I want you for something else today”


Does this ring true to you? Are you the one who sees the plight of others first, before you see your own?

Well, I can only say on reflection the Lord sees and notices every single thing you do. He cares about the chickens out in the rain. Of course He does. He shakes his head in sympathy and understands each perplexed, ‘what do I do now, what’s the right way to go cluck.

After all, “the Son of Man has come to seek and save that which was lost”

Most of us, at times feel lost. Even those who have been ‘found’ a long time .. we can feel we need to know the way to go next. Yes, we may well know every cobble in the farm road, every step to the hen house and barn. We may know, as wise-birds, exactly what to do when it rains on everyone’s parade.

But do we know our God cares about us?

Knows we are willing to be pushed to the limit for those rainy day chickens, and to shoo them into the warmth of a dry shelter, to wholesome food and drink.

Yes He does know these things and yet, there is still something, which we can’t put our finger on… the something else, that thing which He wants us to do for Him today.

That puzzling, something else – may be quite different to what we did yesterday – it may be the last thing we would ever choose for ourselves – the last thing we would want to do, or want to be.


We did not choose you Lord Christ;

But you chose us.

We cannot choose what we do,

If there is something else,

You would have us do-

We have to choose aright,

Go, Stay;

Do. Say;

As you would have it.

Lord, show us what you would have us do

To do for you, today and every day:

Give us each day our Daily Bread,

Fresh and new:

Let our food be to do God’s will,

Together with you,

Today,

Everyday,

Always

Amen


Reading: Luke 19:10

Prayer: my own

The picture described given on rainy Saturday 12th October

Seeds, not all grow – but all have potential

I really do not know how to pick up my story from here, it has been such a long time since I posted anything at all…

That doesn’t mean that nothing at all has been happening in my life, it means seasons have come, seasons have gone, things have changed, my church has changed and is still changing. People have come and gone in my life, sadly some have gone to be with the Lord, and for many of them that probably came as a happy release from sadness and pain; to be with the Lord can be far better, as the apostle Paul once reflected.

I have added a new page but kept the old About which was posted 6 years ago… if you should want to read the new page it mentions my Summer of change … a long, hot summer in which the Lord has revealed more and more of His Gracious Face, He has been my Teacher and it has been my delight to learn from Him.

Seeds, not all grow – but all have potential‘ I scribbled that, an opening note in a new notebook in April this year, life had been very full, very hectic, with little time to sit and reflect; even morning quiet times had been swallowed up as I battled to get important tasks finished in time for A.G.M.s but now that was done and I was able to return to my quiet times, and reflect on many, many things that the Lord had been showing, and not so much whispering as shouting.

It is possible that like myself, you too, if you are reading this, may also be in the position I was in, busy, busy but not in earning a living, I am an older retired, woman, but, like me you may be the one who picks up the church jobs that others put down, you do that because there is no one else, there is still a shortage of labourers in God’s vineyard… and those jobs are the necessary ones that keep the vineyards open, the invisible chores that Sunday visitors are quite unaware of, until something goes wrong.

Well, I began a new notebook to try to jot down those word and picture seeds – so freely and generously given- ‘ when there was time I could think about them, perhaps even do something about them. however my thinking on priorities and time were not in accordance with my Lord’s and over my summer of change .. He has reordered both my priorities and thinking for me

And me? I love my Teacher for that! I praise and thank Him for every stern and kind rebuke.

Seeds, not all grow – but all have potential‘ It is a fact that if you don’t sow seeds they will not grow, a packet of seeds, sacks full of seed will not grow if they are left on the shelf, in the cupboard, in the barn. Neither will the beautiful seeds which the Lord gives through the Holy Spirit. In all the practical things which I was doing, in all those long days, and nights sometimes (it would be nothing for me to working away until the early hours on accounts, reports) When was I going to get those seeds sown and their potential released?

And all the while, through those long, busy hours I was crying out to God for the opportunity to start sowing instead of storing. And He heard and that is the story of this Summer. Something had to change; better someone had to change and that someone was me.

The summer was long, hot, dry. But my eyes wet often, with tears of Holy Spirit rain

I was in danger of becoming a hoarder of spiritual gifts. Jesus the Teacher decided it was time to take me in hand.

“For the heavens are as high above the earth as my ways are above your ways, my thoughts above your thoughts. For as the rain and the snow come down from the sky and do not return before having watered the earth, fertilising it and making it germinate to provide seed for the sower and food to eat, so it is with the word that goes forth from my mouth: it will not return to me unfulfilled or before having carried out my good pleasure and having achieved what it was sent to do.

(Isaiah 55:9-11 . N.J.B)

The Change Is In The Waiting

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Well it did rain; and not a little God was generous. Perhaps he will be equally generous now with sunshine, at any rate today has dawned a blue, bright day with Rhododendrons, Columbines, Lupins and Poppies fluttering on a gentle breeze. Ascension Day is past and the fiery splendour of Pentecost to come.

Just at the present time I feel that I have come to a kind of waiting time myself; not sure why this is so, it is simply a puzzling intuition. Perhaps it may be I am due a change in my life, a break perhaps from Multi Tasking, at the same time I have a quiet assurance that everything-will-be-as-it-should-be. I leave all that in God’s hands, glad that the rain is gone, I look forward to summer sunshine, and spending time hovering like a bee amongst the sweet scented flowers sipping up all the nectar I can find.

After the dreadful, bloody and agonising death of Jesus he kept his word and the disciples saw him again, not just once, but many times he came to them in those days leading up to his Ascension and he didn’t appear to ones and twos. Five hundred brothers and sisters are mentioned in 1 Corinthians 15. V6. I am certain that The Lord wanted these loved ones to KNOW Beyond all doubt that all-was-well, and would-be-well for them. They probably began to settle comfortably with Jesus around with them in this new way before Ascension Day. After all now his enemies could no longer touch him, it must have seemed to them that now the Kingdom could come. In fact they asked him this very question.

“Lord are you at this time going to restore the Kingdom to Israel?” (Acts 1 v6)

But The Lord left them, but not in the anguish and fear of Good Friday but looking forward to the promise of power and blessing to come. He left them to wait. On the Day of Pentecost all would change again.

Outwardly the disciples may not have changed much up to now, but inwardly great change had already occurred since the fateful night of their Masters death. In the Garden if Gethsemane he had pleaded with them to wait, to watch, to pray and they had fallen asleep overwhelmed by sorrow, at his crucifixion they scattered, all going different ways,now on their return to Jerusalem from the Mount of Olive we are told that the brothers and sisters were constantly in prayer, together waiting (Acts 1v14).

From scattered to unified.
From sleeping to watching and prayer.

Waiting and change,

Sometimes the change is in the waiting.

Spring blossoms needs to fall. Fruit needs to set and ripen, and here is another thought waiting is best done with empty hands.

May God fill your hands and mine with his most gracious blessing!

Looking Forward and Building a Palace

Life seems full of waiting and looking forward. We wait for things to change, for opportunity, for love, for a baby, and we are always looking forward to the next holiday, the next season and yes, next year.

On the whole we have little patience for either, we rush to change things for the better and looking back we find, in our haste we made things worse.

As for looking forward sometimes we find our emotions and minds tied up, knotted, especially if we are looking forward with dread or fear for the worst to happen.

Unless our heavenly. Father knows differently in just a couple of weeks time, we shall be changing the church’s colours to purple which is the liturgical colour of Advent the season which looks forward to the second coming of Christ as King. For some of course there will be a question mark against that statement, some not really accepting that He came the first time.

In churches like mine Advent marks the beginning of a new church year when the cycle of set, liturgical readings begins again. That seems appropriate, beginning a new year in the wintry cold we look out for the blooming of the Christmas Rose. if I am honest the Christmas Rose blooms for me everyday, it’s fragrance seems to bless especially those days when I feel down or sad; and the days when I forget to look up, these are the times when the mystery of that fragrant love will simply surround me, and draw my gaze upwards until the eyes of my heart come to rest on my Saviour.

What causes a Christian sadness? Sometimes, I think changes that we cannot understand. The knocks and bangs of change that we never said Amen to, because we never expected them – the happenings in our, so called, ordinary lives are not ruled by any calendar and neither are our spiritual lives, (those parts of us that we like to keep distinct and separate from our everyday self.)

These words are from Mere Christianity by C.S Lewis

Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation. Is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of – throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.”

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Buckingham Palace

It isn’t that God is wishes to make us better people.
No, it’s more than that.

Dear friends, now we are children of God, and what we will be he has not yet made known. But we know that when Christ appears, we shall be like Him. For we shall see Him as He is.” (1 John 3:2)

I look forward to that day.