Oh Happy Day!

Happy Valentine’s day folks, I just want to say that we don’t treat it like a huge deal really, but it’s nice when you do get something and give something (we did). I did spend many years as a single and it was particularly during this time I really did have to learn that the real love that matters, the love that made us in our mother’s wombs, the love that will restore us to how we should have been in the beginning, the love that heals, only comes through Jesus. Definitely not through verses in cards or even a husband. Mind, having said that, I’ve had to learn it in marriage too, because unfortunately neither of us is perfect and as many couples do, we probably started out hoping that each other were (bit of a shock when you realise the truth ;)) … A certain verse I absolutely love is this:

My beloved speaks and says to me: “Arise my love, my beautiful one, and come away, for behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land…” (Song of Solomon 2:10-12)

Beautiful. I’ve said it before and I’ll probably say it many more times, to me, this is the gospel, the good news of Jesus. He makes all things new.

He really does, whether we feel it or know it or not. He is real. He is God. I had a dream one morning this week before waking up, it was weird, but I’m going to share it because I like weird, I believe it was a God dream and God does weird too, in fact He probably invented weird (don’t shoot me). It makes me smile, it makes me ponder, I/we have ideas about what it means, and some scriptures in mind, but not the whole thing yet. I’m not going to put them. I’m just going to put the dream, hopefully, just how it happened without presumptions, so here goes.

I was in the woods at the side of our house looking down towards the field and thought oh no, the neighbours stock have escaped into our field! I could see a load of cows and sheep mixed together in our field, which was odd, because they’re never kept together. I looked around and then thought I’ll leave them, I can’t do anything with them, someone will come for them. Then I noticed there were loads of cattle and sheep also in the field at the side of our wood (the one we don’t own), there’s usually at most a few cows in it. Then I looked down into the wood again and there was a lion (lioness because there wasn’t a mane) prowling around, I think it had it’s back to me. I felt scared and I knew I could fly (weirdly) so I turned around took a run and a jump and was flying, I could get/fly high if I used my legs as if I was running. Some time around this point I also realised I had a nurse’s Id badge clipped onto either my belt or pocket and that I had our littlest boy with me. It was made very clear to me that I had an ID badge on. We flew and kept flying and then ended up outside some sort of shop (??) and littlest went in, I said ‘no’ but he went in anyway (I didn’t want to) so I followed him. I straightened myself up, smoothed my hair down etc and went in, there it ended.

Both Chris and myself felt it was a God dream, so we’re pondering it and asking Him and praying. Weird, as I said, but very interesting! If anyone feels God speaking about it, feel free to message! There’s been other stuff along the way, since we’ve been here, but I’ve never felt free to share until now, so here it is!

Bye!

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A Jesus follower who with her family are attempting (probably comically) to start a different type of life in a totally different place, but starting where we are and rolling with it and seeking God all the way, well trying to... #theshepherdsadventure

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