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First rain day

It’s an unofficial celebration day here on the island.  After a very long hot summer today we have the first proper rain.  All around you can feel the dry, dusty patches of land drinking it in.   Cracks in the earth are being filled, dust is being washed off. People are smiling as the air feels fresher and cooler.

Of course there are inconveniences – drains that have spent a summer accumulating dust and leaves take a while to get back into action, my car isn’t entirely waterproof, and I’m not at all sure where I packed away the umbrellas…

But it feels good.

And I suddenly realise how much I need to step back into the rainy, overflowing, soaking presence of God again.  It’s been a long, hot dry summer and I am so ready for some rain.

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This rain is embroidered in backstitch.  A skill I spent rather a lot of time trying to teach to some eager ten-year olds at camp recently.  In fact, I repeated this phrase so often that I can still hear myself saying it, over and over again:

“first you have to go ahead of yourself a bit, in as straight a line as you can, and then you have to come back to the place where you see the last stitch go in.  Ahead of yourself and then back, ahead of yourself and then back, ahead of yourself and then back…”

“Ahead of yourself and then back”

We go ahead of ourselves all the time, striking out in the things we think, or hope God is asking of us.  But there are times where the thread is loose, the way forward is unclear, we no longer seem to be attached to the line of what has gone before.

Life is backstitch

We need to learn to keep going back-

Going back into the arms of Jesus,

going back to resting in his presence,

going back to the last thing we heard him say.

I wonder what the last thing was that you ‘heard’ Jesus say?

Choose to remember it.

sink your heart deep into it.

Let it soak into you, fill you up and then give you the direction to stretch out ahead of yourself again.

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I’d love to know how God speaks to you through this (or other postcards). Please leave a comment below, Ellie x

Down the back of the sofa

This is just a theory, and as yet not scientifically tested, but I think our sofa (couch/settee/whatever) might actually suck loose change out of my pockets when I sit down. It’s probably a swedish furniture company conspiracy.

A brief investigation this morning revealed not only a pile of coins, but also an array of pencils, hair bands, guitar picks, earrings, polly pockets, barbie shoes, teaspoons, socks and the TV remote (which was what I was actually looking for!) And it got me thinking about how in the middle of everyday life stuff gets lost down the back of the sofa, and we don’t even miss it.

This picture makes me smile because I once received (rather publicly) a slightly unflattering prophetic word that I was like a spaniel tearing a sofa apart to find a bone that he could smell there.  I’ve often wondered what on earth it meant… but today’s postcard is casting a little bit of light on it for me.  Because God is talking to me about things that get lost down the back of the sofa, and which are actually pretty easy to find again, if you take the time to go looking.

I read this recently from Romans 4  (v 18-21)

Against all hope, Abraham in hope believed and so became the father of many nations, just as it had been said to him, “So shall your offspring be.”  Without weakening in his faith, he faced the fact that his body was as good as dead—since he was about a hundred years old—and that Sarah’s womb was also dead. Yet he did not waver through unbelief regarding the promise of God, but was strengthened in his faith and gave glory to God,  being fully persuaded that God had power to do what he had promised.

It made me think about how Abraham had held on to that promise that he had heard from God, not letting go of it even in the face of strong evidence that it wasn’t even possible. He kept hold of it through years and years of waiting and held on to it even when it became clear that he had seriously messed up.  He held onto that promise, and kept giving glory to God for what he was going to do.

Abraham didn’t let the promise of God go slipping quietly out of his pocket and into the forgotten realms of the back of the sofa.

I on the other hand, do.  When people share a prophetic word or scripture with me I often write them down and then pray about them for a month or two.  Then somehow they slip away quietly into some dark part of my memory, not completely lost, but dusty and out of sight.

But, it’s very easy to find things that have slipped down between the cushions… you just have to look.

Today my friends, is a great day for searching again for the things God has said to you, for the promises he’s spoken.  It’s a day for holding those promises up to the light and blowing the dust off of them.  It’s a day for choosing to give glory to God for what he has promised and for being ‘fully persuaded that God has the power to do what he [has] promised’.  I’m not saying that today is necessarily the day that you step into the fulfillment of all those promises. Faith shows up in the waiting. And although Abraham, man of faith, waited a long, long time, he did so with the promise of God in his hand.

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