I am in the privileged position of knowing the day I came to know the Lord. In 40 days time it will be 40 years.
17th July 1979.
That day defined my future.
Today, we had a wonderful breakfast with Stacey and Adrian and just after noon, we drove back to Cape Town. An uneventful and peaceful trip, we arrived home around 3pm. Having done no exercise, I went for a long walk. Mike chose to stay home, so I spent some time with my ongoing, but very slow, memorization of John 1. The verses I learned today:
9 & 10: The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world. He was in the world and though the world was made through Him, the world did not recognise Him.
As I walked homeward, I was walking into the sun. It reminded me of my life, journeying through time towards the Son – the true light. It made me think again of 17th July 1979. I’ve very aware that the 40 year mark is coming soon and as I thought about it, it made me realise that it’s 40 days to 40 years. I wondered if I could remember 40 of the many many times God has been faithful to me – answered prayer, showers of blessing, seeing the unexpected. There are far more than 40. God, the great unseen Father in Heaven who knows my name and the state of my heart – He gives me each day my daily bread, He forgives my trespasses, He leads me away from temptation and delivers me from evil for His is the kingdom, the power and the glory. So many of His blessings are not requested or listed by name. He just does them for my own good. It’s beyond me.
One of the earliest memories I have of having comfort from the Holy Spirit was not long after I had become a Christian. I was feeling pretty miserable. I was a young teenager and no doubt moods were the order of the day. I remember getting home and opening a little devotion that I used to go through. The passage was on not being surprised by the fiery trials that come. The author went onto say that when Jesus died all looked black, but three days later came Easter and He rose again. When trouble comes, give God a chance and wait three days. It was the simplicity my young faith needed. And surely, three days later, everything seemed much better. I’ve never forgotten that .
It was a good profitable walk!
So home to an important lady…who seems to be asking, “can I have some more?”
Other photos of the day…Stacey cut Mike’s hair..
The shower head at the Swellendam hotel was brilliant. This is one to remember…
Chilled evening ahead.
These are the days. Yip!
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Helga xx 🙂