Going, going…

Eagle flying above stormOur last Christmas in London was sad. Christmas Eve was spent having another hormone implant and wishing the doctors a Happy Christmas. Christmas Day was spent with the family, battling hot and cold flushes and feeling rough and fighting sad feelings that this would be the last time we’d spend Christmas round our lovely log fire. Then it was down to business putting our Victorian oak dining table , sideboard and other pieces of furniture on Ebay, taking down pictures and packing crockery to take up to our flat at Walton on the Naze. When the pictures went it seemed as if the heart had gone out of our home.

Six and a half weeks of daily radiotherapy awaits, and then our 38 year London adventure and love affair with All Nations Church will be over, as we have been given notice to leave the Manse at the end of March.  We never imagined it finishing like this – we had high hopes of continuing doing one of the things God seems to have gifted us in, that of  encouraging and helping release ordinary Christians into mission. Perhaps God wants us to do that somewhere else. We are willing.

The challenge now is to soar above the threatening storm clouds like the eagle and not let the approaching storm damage our spirit; it would be so easy to lose our joy in the Lord and become bitter. Can you please keep holding our ladder for us …our spirits are quite fragile at the moment? Pray we’ll know the lifting power of the Holy Spirit supernaturally raising us up, above all that’s going on down here. Thanks.xx