I bet when Dad retired he didn't think his new job would be a taxi driver to his children! Yet he and Mum have been so good to us, driving us here and there when they could've told us to get the bus or train instead.
Sometimes I fear we don't show our gratitude enough.
Well, this week I was reminded just how thankful I should be for their generosity in giving us lifts. This is because they've been away, and we've been having to transport ourselves to work each day...and yesterday, we got caught in a very...heavy...rain shower.
So, thank you God for reminding me not to take these lifts for granted!
Wednesday 13 August 2014
Wednesday 6 August 2014
115 - Prophecy
'For no prophecy was ever produced by the will of man, but men spoke from God as they were carried along by the Holy Spirit.' (2 Peter 1:21)
For a long time, I've tended to feel quite down and depressed about family who aren't following the Lord, about non-Christian friends who I have no idea how to speak to about Jesus.
Then last week, I went to the Christian event Newday in Norfolk.
At the end of a seminar, the speaker told everyone to pair up with a stranger, and wait for God to give them a message for the other. A complete act of faith. All you knew about the other person was their name.
And the girl I was with - someone I'd never ever met before, who knew nothing about me - said the following:
'I believe God is giving Naomi the message that her family and friends can be saved.'
...WOW.
I can't describe how much that affected to me, only that for the first time ever in a Christiand meeting, I cried.
God knew what was on my heart. He knew what I needed to feel encouraged.
That prophecy is something I can carry with me for the rest of my life.
Who said God had to give it to me in the first place? He didn't. I don't deserve a direct message from the Holy God.
But because His Son died, because His Spirit was sent, I was able to hear those words.
And I am so, so thankful for them, for prophecy.
For a long time, I've tended to feel quite down and depressed about family who aren't following the Lord, about non-Christian friends who I have no idea how to speak to about Jesus.
Then last week, I went to the Christian event Newday in Norfolk.
At the end of a seminar, the speaker told everyone to pair up with a stranger, and wait for God to give them a message for the other. A complete act of faith. All you knew about the other person was their name.
And the girl I was with - someone I'd never ever met before, who knew nothing about me - said the following:
'I believe God is giving Naomi the message that her family and friends can be saved.'
...WOW.
I can't describe how much that affected to me, only that for the first time ever in a Christiand meeting, I cried.
God knew what was on my heart. He knew what I needed to feel encouraged.
That prophecy is something I can carry with me for the rest of my life.
Who said God had to give it to me in the first place? He didn't. I don't deserve a direct message from the Holy God.
But because His Son died, because His Spirit was sent, I was able to hear those words.
And I am so, so thankful for them, for prophecy.
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