Our Pete, has printed out for us an inspiring account of the miracles he has experienced in his life. This got me to wondering. I have had a long and yes, an exciting life, but miracles? There must have been some, and yet?
You may not
think of them as miracles and yet I know it is only through divine intervention
that I am here, 92 years old and still being published to bless others. Isn’t
that miraculous, that I was able to hear and know it was God’s voice calling me
to write and giving me a husband who was also into writing and who encouraged
me all the way?
I remember
the time, years before, when my pastor told me I must give up all thought of
being a missionary because I did not have the health. My colleagues who
welcomed me onto the remote mission field in the highlands of Papua New Guinea
shared his opinion. ‘Give her a few months,’ they had forecast, but I outstayed
many of them, and though eventually circumstances forced me to leave, it was to
gain further qualification before joining another team in Ghana, Africa, to do
the work God had shown me in my early days in Papua New Guinea.
Then there
was my wonderful years working with Joel, the miracle of timing that had brought
me into Wales at the time when his
lovely Betty had died, so unexpectantly to others but not to God. How God had
given me the gift of contentment in my singleness, so that I could be ‘the
little children’s mother’ as they has called me, in both Papua New Guinea and
Ghana, and now the wife that Joel needed coming up to retirement and on.
Happy,
fruitful years. I could write a book.
‘Wings of
the Morning,’ was with a publisher when Joel died, and so did the editor who
had promised to bring my life story to birth, but as I learned after more than
twenty wonderful years of married bliss that this was not the end of my life
story, and there were more chapters to be written before my life story was
eventually published, with
Bas Evans wonderful painting of an eagle in flight
adorning the cover. I believe it is still available to purchase from Amazon,
but I no longer have copies available to give away.
At the great
age of ninety two, my siblings, who both
made it to university having suffered from dementia before their death I am now
pronounced of a sound mind and enjoy keeping in touch with my friends through
this blog and still in receipt of the occasional cheque from the publishers of
‘The Upper Room.’
No, I make
no claim to miracles, but I do give all the glory to the faithfulness of our
God, who ‘so loved the world that he gave his only Son’ that if I would believe
in him, would not perish but enjoy life both now and in eternity.
And it is
surely God himself who made a way for me receive wonderful nursing care in a
care home where Joel and I used to come to take a service so many years ago,
and also the love and care of Grace community church who make sure that someone
will be sure to transport me to get well fed spiritually and continue to be a
well loved member of their community.
Maybe not
miracles – but pretty close I would say, and something to talk or write about
and give glory to God.
