February 19, 2012 § Leave a comment
Nice to see you here again, thank you for continually dropping in for a catch up. Now I wonder which one you are waiting to hear about first, the shower or the poem. If I was in your shoes I would really like to read the poem first, that’s why I will tell you about the shower. Is that a Grrrr I can hear, all good things come to those who wait.
Ok! I will recap a few words just to refresh the area where beer cannot reach.
It is not unusual for me to talk to the Lord when in the shower, and often also where the Lord may lay something on my heart.
Why the shower? Well, it is to do with the water. Running waters have a very spiritual significance, and personally I have always found that I feel more at one with God when under running water than anywhere else. I feel His very presence on many occasions. It was in the shower that I learnt to be very careful what I ask God for even in jest. Water is pure (normally) and when I have a great time with the Lord I can come out of the shower on a spiritual high. Water is cleansing and I feel that I am washed clean not just bodily but spiritually as well. I was once given a vision that became a poem, where I was sitting beside Jesus at a pool in a heavenly garden and we were holding hands and just talking. Close by was a waterfall and the peace abounding due to the cascading water was amazing. This still holds for me when I am in the shower, and I have no reason to believe that it will ever change.
Now you know the significance of water for me in the shower.
A Poem from God
A poem that God gave to me the day after my mother’s funeral, had such an impact on me and my life to come. It is fairly common knowledge that when we lose a loved one whom we hold dear, it can take many years, normally about three, for us to progress through the grieving process to the point where we can fully accept the loss and move on without any feelings of guilt, remorse or other as this is a process which is different for many of us. This poem for me was powerful, as through it, God allowed me to do a complete grieving process from start to finish, I don’t know why but all tears, sadness, loss, regret etc, were replaced by joy as He allowed me to see and understand that my mother’s death was not pointless, and that it was the next step to eternal life, for which all Christians strive. I also felt and still feel that God knows I will follow what I feel He has placed on my heart, and use the poem and experience for the benefit of others who may be suffering in some way, where this account may bring them comfort at a much-needed time in their lives. Put together with the vision that I had in the shower which I spoke about last week, I would say without a doubt that this is the most profound experience that I have had for myself from God.
Here is the poem that was given to me by God.
With Jesus (Given by God at death)
Clouded eyes although they are green,
Most wonderful send off I have ever seen,
Flowers not many you said in your bed,
I do love them now but no good when I’m dead,
We honoured your wish and flowers were few,
Just two on the coffin as I sat in my pew,
The service was short both loving and kind,
To honour a life you have left behind.
A lady of honour and passion and pride,
Backbone of her life she did never hide,
It was Father God in heaven above,
That lived in her body that radiated such love.
At peace with no pain she does rest at last,
A life of great love that’s finished and passed,
But this is not true for her love does live on,
It’s seen in her children sons Robert and John.
Pillars of strength they got from their mother,
Something few people now give to each other,
We’ll honour your life which was solid and true,
We’ll tell other people that Jesus loved you.
We’ll tell them he’s everywhere and with them right now,
That their life is His and He’ll touch it and how,
Just call out to Jesus as our mum had done,
And live life to the full and a glorious one.
Dear mum you are gone but you rest in our heart,
Memories to treasure and never depart,
But we’ll see you again with our Father and Lord
You stayed the full course of that we applaud.
Your spirit now resting in a casket above,
Surrounded in glory and covered in love,
With millions of others that Jesus did show,
‘You’ll see her again son’ ‘Yes Jesus I know.’
Once, twice, three times a lady,
When I hear that song it will send my head crazy,
Now your body is buried but your soul is not dead,
So I’ll look up and smile as I strive on ahead.
Well that is the poem and yes it did bring a tear to my eye, but then again at times so does a thought of my father who has been dead for fifty-seven years. Tears are all part of healing anyway so if you shed a tear or two when reading this poem just maybe God is allowing you to heal in some area of your life.
This week has been good, for one thing I had three days without work, being self-employed it happens at times. God however has used it to bless me in different ways. The best was on Saturday morning, I woke up and just knew that Jesus had touched me while I slept. I may not know how or what the blessing was, but I felt good, I felt really alive and I just had to share on twitter that I loved Jesus. It was without a doubt the most beautiful way to start any day. Thank you Lord for your never-ending love and for being my Dad. Blessings come in all shapes and sizes, and knowing what they are we may never know. Whichever way they come to you is it not wonderful when you realise that you have been blessed by the highest possible power in the land, universe, and stratosphere. Awesome, impacting, life changing and absolutely wonderful.
Next week, I will start to enlarge on areas of my first book “The Right Way’ see relevant page. so that you may gain a fuller picture on aspects of my life that have been spoken about.
Meanwhile, stay good – you know you should, and if you tried you know you could.
February 10, 2012 § Leave a comment
I hope that the last nine days has been productive, blessed and filled with love for you. What’s that! I hear you say, it hasn’t. Well now, let me give you an example of my week, and see if I can help you put things into some sort of perspective with a good outlook. Now last Saturday, hang on let me consult the diary, ok, last Saturday 4th February not a bad day at all. Weather not brilliant, cold, overcast. Busy day which went far too quickly like most Saturdays seem to. In the evening my wife and I went to a 50th birthday party. Drove there for five thirty, with dinner at six, left at ten thirty, what waited for us outside – SNOW. Not the ideal condition for driving in at the best of times.
Sunday, a good day no problems except that I felt a bit tight in the chest. And of course there was four inches of – SNOW outside.
Monday, I went to work did not feel too good but that’s life, some days we do some days we don’t.
Tuesday, a few problems work wise and I felt worse, still it is only manflu better known as the common cold, get on with it.
Wednesday bad news, I felt terrible, my whole body ached, my eyes ached, my throat was sore with a vengeance. Stayed in bed.
Thursday, not as bad but not good. Another day at home. But went to prayer group in the evening, wonderful, totally blessed because I was and could be a blessing to others.
Friday, back to normal, a few sniffles so what. Back to work and get life back on track
So what is the point of the above you are probably thinking, well it totally depends on how you look at what is happening in your life at any given time as to how you feel about things. You can be happy because you have been blessed, or unhappy and annoyed even arrogant towards others, because life has dumped this or that on you and you feel like rubbish.
My week was very mild compared to a lot of people’s week I dare say. However for me as an individual I could easily have allowed it to be a lot different. I could have been angry because it snowed, let myself get stressed because I had to drive in he snow. Think of all the bad things that could happen to me on seeing the four inches of it on Sunday morning. I could have let the next few days with the cold really get me down, making me grumpy and therefore allowing my grumpiness to upset or annoy other people including people I love. I could have allowed Wednesday and Thursday to turn into Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Feeling totally sorry for myself I could have got depressed and angry at the world, which could lead to being bitter and even more angry.
I chose though to take all these things in my stride, ok I had two days off. But you have to remember that I am on the wrong side of sixty and I did not want to be seen as if I was showing off as some sort of macho man who can grin and bear all without flinching, I jest. It is how we choose to react to what life brings our way that makes for a good or bad day or week. Then of course I have the added bonus of loving Jesus and allowing Him to guide me in all walks of life, I don’t always get it right in fact I very often get it wrong, but He loves me and forgives me as any loving father would. (by all means leave a comment). Enough already, let me go back to my first blog as there was still more to say.
Where was I, Oh yes last week.
Why did I have such a great peace over my mother’s death. One of the best ways to understand where I am coming from would be to read my book ‘The Right Way’
but I will try to do this in short.
About six years ago when I came back to the Lord He brought out from within me a gift that had always been there buried within me, it is the gift of visions and revelation.
The day my mother died was the 4th October 2011. I received the telephone call from the hospital at 6.40 in the morning. After the initial flood of tears in the loving arms of my new wife of four days and fourteen hours, I wondered briefly what was happening to my emotions. The following few hours was spent wallowing in self-pity at my own loss, and it was around eleven am I decided to have a shower or rather just stand under the shower and let it run all over me.
It is not unusual for me to talk to the Lord when in the shower and often also where the Lord may lay something on my heart. On this particular day of my mother’s death The Lord gave me a vision.
The Lord showed me two angels carrying a casket which was laid with cushioning of a beautiful soft and tranquil colour, laying on the cushioning was my mothers soul.
The angels placed the casket at the feet of God in between two other caskets. The one on the right had my sisters initials on it and the one on the left had the initials of my father.
The vision then lifted up to a panoramic view and I could see that it was the throne room and there were millions of caskets laying at the feet of the Father, resting for the time when our Lord Jesus Christ returns.
The tears stopped mixing with the cascading water from the shower and were replaced with a smile as long as a rainbow. Again I just knew in my heart that everything was going to be alright. I truly believe that all my grieving was done through that vision and a poem that God gave to me the day after the funeral. I will include the poem next week.
Well, I need to hold something back otherwise I will run out of things to say.
Yes I know, I heard all of you when the thought of asking came into your heads: Why do you pray when you’re in the shower? Well the answer is simple and if you would like to join me on my next blog I will tell you the reason.
Meanwhile, stay good – you know you should, and if you tried you know you could.