What a day

I’ve been ambushed by love in all its formats today. Went in to see if my initial claim for a certain benefit had taken. It had, so I was able to go and visit my beloved. I haven’t seen him for about three weeks since trying to sort out whether I could keep the roof over my head! My Father in Heaven has been wonderful to me, and things are moving slowly, but surely.

Had to do a shop before coming home, so it was a bit of a walk to get to where I wanted to go. Did everything, as far as I was aware, so went to wait for a bus back home. Realised that I hadn’t got everything on the shopping list, so stopped at a local store and finished up as I have no intention of doing anything more this month! I have bills to pay on very little income at the moment, so am trying to learn to be careful. It’s a good lesson, and I thank my Father for it.

Meanwhile, the long walk back to the train from local store was much, much harder this time. I had to stop and sit on a bench when I found one. My bone condition is far worse than even I thought. I’ve done this walk loads of times, but today was the last time I’ll be able to manage it.

Back at the railway station, I saw a couple of people eating ice lollies and quipped: “I’m that jealous! Where’d you get them?” They told me, and the young bloke chased after me and said, “I’ve got a spare one. We can’t eat it and it’ll melt. Please take and enjoy it!” Of course, I argued. I couldn’t, until he insisted. That’s Love unlimited, in a world where compassion is so hard to find. I was only having a gag, but this sweet young man insisted. I was overjoyed with thankfulness. It certainly slaked a big thirst whilst waiting for the train home.

Got home eventually, after another long walk, and having to sit on the bench halfway again. It’s almost a mile from the train back home. Very difficult to do it, now. I think I might be back in the chair again soon, but I am not afraid. At least I can still get out if I want to.

There was more good news in a couple of letters when I got back, and I thanked my Father in Heaven.

Life is sweet. Even though there are still trials to overcome; life is very sweet and abundant. My father carries me and I love Him with all my heart.

I completely forgot to add a very important part to this story: I’d done my shopping and paid for it. Not realising I’d done it, I’d actually left my payment card in the machine. Now, I NEVER do that. Ever.

So there I was, packing up and this bloke who was next in the queue shouted across to me that my card was still in the machine. Twice, I asked for God’s blessing on him. I was far from home at that time and, if no one had noticed, I would have been in a terrible mess.

Having lived all those years with my sick husband with no support for either of us, I’d got into the habit of expecting, and getting, disaster after disaster. I truly felt my household was cursed, and I was under judgement and God’s wrath. It was a terrible time. Dreadful. Words cannot even describe what all of it did to my own mind. I shudder now when I think of those years.

But the Lord carries His children and pulls us out of trouble. I don’t care how bad it gets: there is always; ALWAYS deliverance to come.

So you can imagine my shock and delight after yesterday’s bit of living. Never in all my life have I known such love as what I experienced. He will carry us.

Ever read Zephaniah 3:17? Go on. Honestly. When was the last time you read it? Have a peep now. Plus, I promise you, God will step in at just the right time to support and carry you out of danger. I can honestly promise you that, if you’ve come here as a suffering saint.

I can’t tell you how He’ll do it; only that I know He will. Oh, believe me. If anyone said anything like that when I was being put through the fire, I would have laughed in your face, so don’t expect me to feel anything less than love for you if you do the same.

I’ve been there. I know what it’s like. It’s a true Job experience, with all the trimmings, I can tell you. Yes, even the restoration at the end. Every day, I am shocked at the Lord’s love for me. If He has you in the palm of His hand, trust this: He dearly, dearly, loves you too.

God bless and protect all His suffering saints.

YET ANOTHER UPDATE:

As I was completing the long walk home yesterday; suddenly, strength came into my body (this is the second time that has happened). I’d told the Lord, “Nearly there, Lord. I’m tired now, but we’ll make it πŸ™‚ ”

That’s when it happened. I’d gone a few steps before actually realising I was walking normally.

“Lord. What have You done? What are you like, Lord!” I cried to Him. “I’m walking. Look Lord! I’m walking πŸ˜€ What are You like, Lord?” Much praise and thanks followed after that, and I was able to tell my beloved Mum all this today. She was as awed as I am.

This is my latest testimony; that God is good to those Whom He loves, and all who love Him. There’s no one like Him, is there? And, like Mum said today: if only people knew what they were missing!’.

Yes. If only. Well, we’re here to help do something about that. We have a testimony to the world that cannot be refuted, no matter how hard they try.

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The blog site is up and running. Please feel free to visit if you want to know the Lord. I treasure His Scriptures and pray you do, also. I've been a Christian since October 2009. The Lord saved me that month and has led me through many things in life. The one thing I adore Him for is bringing me the Light of Salvation and for forgiving me my wickedness.
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4 Responses to What a day

  1. Melissa says:

    Love this

  2. tellthetruth1 says:

    Hey Melissa πŸ™‚

  3. Melissa says:

    Missed you!

  4. Remember Me says:

    Bless you my friend

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