Monday, 9 July 2018

To everything there is a season: Claim yours now!

Hello there,
Today, on my walk up the narrow path, between the field of sheep and a paddock and along to the gate about fifteen minutes on, I saw that the foxgloves, nodding like marker flags along a slalom, were putting out the last of their bells. And that other tall pink flowers were taking over their watch amid bracken which is now shoulder height. 'To everything there is a season,' I muttered, and it set me thinking.

I have noticed over the seven years of walking this track that each year a different species flourishes more than the others. This year, for instance, the blackberry bushes are more abundant and tenacious than usual. So if you enjoy jam making or a slice of homemade blackberry tart - in Wales usually baked on a deep oven-proof plate - expect a bumper harvest when the fruit arrives. Now though, the bees and butterflies are feasting on the fragrant pink and white blossom.

Speaking of butterflies, they too take it in turns to outdo each other. Last year the cabbage white was the most plentiful. This year though, a pale tiny butterfly, no bigger than my thumbnail, is the species I see most. This little creature is having its day. And I don't even know what it's called. 

Life ebbs and flows. Do you feel like your life been on the ebb for ages? If the answer is Yes: step up to the plate and claim your flow now!

Yes, to everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven. (Ecclesiastes 3)

God bless



Wednesday, 27 June 2018

Blessed Are They Who Mourn: Expect Comfort!

Good evening dear reader,
As I write there is an almost full moon rising over the hill opposite my home in this little Welsh valley. It is shining and beautiful in a summer sky that is not quite dark. The day has been hot, hot, hot. Yes, here in Britain we are enjoying a heatwave. As I glance at the bright pearl I want to phone my father and tell to go and have a look at it. And he would have too. With great enthusiasm. But I can't phone him as... he died eight weeks ago. And I miss him. Terribly. And there is not a thing I can do about it except to get on with my life and try to do my best and be thankful for each new day.

My day has been a good one though. My publisher has shown great interest in my new book, I am happy to report. It is a book on prayer which will guide the reader into their own way of praying and open up real communication between them and God. I hope that it will soon be out there in the world and that you will enjoy reading it. I will keep you posted on that one.

Earlier this evening I interviewed my dear friend and fellow Christian author, Pauline Lewis, who told me about some wonderful experiences she has had over the years with God. This is for my next book. Yes. I am determined to push along now and finish all the books that are in my in-tray. 

Pauline and I agreed that it is so wonderful to keep pushing forwards and doing our work for the Lord.

The sky is now dark. Tomorrow the moon will be full. The day Dad died the moon was also full. Everything at the moment reminds me of him. I know, though, that this is part of life. I have no doubt at all that you have experienced loss too. And if, like me, you are going through a bereavement, just keep putting yourself into the hands of Jesus and He will see you through. As He said in the Sermon on the Mount:

"Blessed are those who mourn: they shall be comforted." 

Wishing you a peaceful night.

Love and blessings
Teresa x


Friday, 2 February 2018

Healing Poetry and Psalm 124

Hello there, 
In my last post I mentioned the book of verse, #Escaped As A Bird, from patients at the #Oshima Leprosy Hospital in Japan. I quoted a poem relating to Christmas. Reading my Bible the other day I was surprised to discover the book’s unusual title in a line of a Psalm. Since the content of the book was written by members of the Christian Poetry Club at the hospital I suppose it was not surprising.

The title, in the context of the whole Psalm, is so very revealing. It gives an insight into the whole picture of the experience of the people, who, because of an illness were forced by the State, between 1907 and 1996, to leave family and home and live in isolation on a small island: Oshima. Their choice of title and Psalm clearly shows their faith in God.
Psalm 124

If it had not been the Lord who was on our side,
let Israel now say –
if it had not been the Lord who was on our side,
when men rose up against us, then they would have swallowed us up alive,
when their anger was kindled against us.
Then over us would have gone the raging waters.
Blessed be the Lord,
who has not given us
as prey to their teeth!
We have escaped as a bird
from the snare of the fowlers;
the snare is broken and we have escaped!

Our help is in the name of the Lord,
who made heaven and earth.

In 2001 a Japanese court ruled that the policy of segregating suffers of leprosy – otherwise known as Hansen’s disease - was unconstitutional and should have been discontinued after effective multidrug therapies were made widely available by the end of the 1950s.

For more info and lots of photos of Oshima I recommend an article: Oshima, the Forbidden Island, by David Billa. He has documented his visit to the island – where he met some of the people still living there – with lots of photos as well as some powerful observations.

Wishing you love and blessings.

Teresa x
PS I hope you like the photo of the red kites which I took when watching feeding time from a hide at #Gigrin Farm in Wales. See: