Even though I enjoy the relationship I have with God in the midst of all the suffering that’s accompanied the past 15 months, I have not always kept a brave face. Bronwen has been excellent at massaging me with words of hope and realistic encouragement. Sometimes though, God steps in directly.
The day before Christmas Eve I was feeling particularly low and frustrated at the slow rate of healing. I was moaning to Bronwen about the situation when there was a knock on the door. I went to see who it was and it turned out to be a Pastor I’d known in another city many years ago. He happened to be in Nelson and after recovering from a ‘breakdown’ a couple of years previously had recently suffered two slight strokes. He had heard I was living in Nelson and wanted to find me in the hope that I might be able to lift his spirits!
The irony of it! Â The timing of it! Â God knows how to kick you in the seat of your pants.
I ushered my former friend in and we had a great old chat. I was able to share things I’d been reluctant to acknowledge of the Lord’s dealings with me. We were both uplifted to the point that we ended up in the family room with him playing the piano and he, I, and my grandson Abe, having a ‘song-song’ of children’s songs and the great songs of Zion. We all went away from the encounter better than we’d entered it.
Moral: If you are feeling down, the best way out of it is to find someone whom you can encourage, not by talking about your own woes, but by finding and discussing some positives in their situation.
This is not the first time the Lord has intervened like that when I’ve been starting to ‘enjoy ill health’. I should be learning by now.