Tonight my garden is looking particularly dazzling in the evening sunlight. The east facing garden catches glimpses of the setting sun through the gaps between the houses and even the poisonous foxgloves glow in it’s warm light. Finally flowers are appearing – long overdue – a splash of vibrant colour injects some much needed energy into our home environment on a night where I feel a little exhausted and searching for answers.

    I’m here to be honest with you, that my life isn’t always reward boards and thankful trees! I can’t go into details, though I will reassure you all will be OK but it has been a day of unexpected news. A day which has caught me off guard and left me feeling a little shocked at the carelessness of people but in awe of the amazing grace of God. No matter what the circumstances life throws at us we must always stand true to the steadfastness of Jesus, his love is always there for us… always.

    As the sun sets over my foxgloves I can go to bed assured of God’s goodness for me and those who I hold close tonight. He is the same today as he was yesterday when I first got the phone call and he is the same tomorrow and whatever that may hold.

    Tonight I am thankful, for my family, for my girls, for hope and for tomorrow being a new day.

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    Now I know some of you who read my blog are not with me on this whole God thing! You politely entertain my belief in a higher power but to me He is not a bearded puppeteer sitting above on a cloud, or a condemning dictator, analysing my every move, on the look out to punish my mistakes and restrict me with rules and regulations. I can only describe him like the perfect father figure and friend, faithful and forgiving, abounding in love. If you have never read the bible then this is what it says about him, and for those who read it daily tonight I am reminded of this…




    I’ll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness,
    the taste of ashes, the poison I’ve swallowed.
    I remember it all—oh, how well I remember—
    the feeling of hitting the bottom.
    But there’s one other thing I remember,
    and remembering, I keep a grip on hope:

    God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out,
    his merciful love couldn’t have dried up.
    They’re created new every morning.
    How great your faithfulness!
    I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over).
    He’s all I’ve got left.

    God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits,
    to the woman who diligently seeks.
    It’s a good thing to quietly hope,
    quietly hope for help from God.
    It’s a good thing when you’re young
    to stick it out through the hard times.

    When life is heavy and hard to take,
    go off by yourself. Enter the silence.
    Bow in prayer. Don’t ask questions:
    Wait for hope to appear.
    Don’t run from trouble. Take it full-face.
    The “worst” is never the worst.

    Why? Because the Father won’t ever
    walk out and fail to return.
    If he works severely, he also works tenderly.
    His stockpiles of loyal love are immense.

    { Lamentations 3 }

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