By the window

I stood by the window,

saw the wind go

through the leaves

of the trees

in the garden.

Smiling at the world

I had seen through the pane,

I remembered again.

I stood by the window,

wished the wind to go

far away

not to play

with my soul

anymore.

I hear the beat,
I sing to him,
I pour my heart,
Give everything.
My God, my love,
My all, my king:
To you alone my praise I'll bring,
To you alone I'll gladly sing,
To you alone, I'll give everything
For you are Lord,
Yes, you are Lord of all,
You are Lord of all

(hope that you don't mind me adding this Nayf - I love the words that you added to this and sing it often when I am walking to work) La la la la la la - a vastly content girl x

Walking home

Today, as I walked home, I felt God’s presence so strongly. I was not expecting it – just walking from work, headphones on, reflecting on the week so far. And then it hit me. This feeling of God so near. It was not a gentle meeting. In the past, many of my personal experiences of God have been gentle, peaceful times when I have drawn on him and rested in him. This was powerful; it was sudden. God touching me here, now. God; The God; My God! It reminded me of the majesty and power of God and his closeness to me. It has been a true encouragement to me. I did not search today for an experience of God but God, my Father, Creator and Provider knew what I needed. Thank you God for reaching into the ordinary and revealing more of yourself to me.

May my words be your words,
My thoughts, your thoughts,
My resting place you.

May my life be your life,
My joy, your joy,
My everything you.

May I know you,
May you be known through me,
May I rest at your feet.

Lord Jesus, gentle Saviour,
May I love like you.

Gentle morning rain as I walk

Rain is beautiful, be it gentle droplets or hard, fierce downpours. I carry around an umbrella but I love not using it whilst everyone else is holding onto theirs with great determination. It is as though they would dissolve into a puddle if one droplet hit them. I like to put my head down and let the water drip down onto my face like a tiny waterfall. What I love most, though, is to look up and watch the drops falling. To feel them as they touch my eyelashes.

Rain still scares me though. I have nightmares about the flood even two years on. Not often but normally when it has been raining especially hard. It felt like a dream when it happened. The water entering our home uninvited. We never thought that it would reach so high. Piling sofas upon coffee tables and thinking that they would be safe; wading through cold, dirty water with clothing tied in bags and placed on our heads; boats going down our road. The mess that it left behind. All of this though is in the past and I need to move on and pray over any fears that I have.

I quite fancy buying some Wellington boots tomorrow and taking part in some puddle jumping!