Hello Faith Pals,
I hope you are all keeping warm. I don’t mind the chilly nights if we are blessed with sunny mornings!
A couple of matters:
Rod and Liz Miller and family wanted to pass on their thanks to Leighmoor UC for all the cards, thoughts and prayers at this time. They know Marge was much loved by the church family. The message in their card was:
‘Every life is unique and begins as a clean slate which takes shape over a lifetime.
Marge’s relationship with God was the foundation on which her life was built.
She took seriously the call of Christ to serve others and this she did faithfully and with love.
What Marge has sown into our lives cannot be taken away, and who she became over a lifetime she takes with her into eternity where God has prepared a place for her.’
It is worth thinking about for our own lives, isn’t it.
Bill Pugh is recovering well-finishing his antibiotics this evening. They still have some intermittent phone problems, so if you phone Bill and it cuts out, just call him back.
Spoke to Lyn Bahn. On Tuesday Lyn was allowed to visit Ed (who is in care at Abberfield Aged Care) for 15 minutes, WITHOUT perspex between them. She had to have a flu shot, and be tested beforehand for Covid 19. She said Eddie looks quite well, and seems happy. She hopes that she will be allowed to visit him weekly for a 15 minute visit. This has to be arranged by appointment.
Let’s keep our church family in our prayers.
John Wallace sent me this poem about his mother. I know Mother’s Day has come and gone-but isn’t everyday a time to remember those who have nurtured us? John said you are welcome to use it if you wish:
The heart of a mother A mother’s love does not compare To anything this world has to offer She has plenty of love to share Against life’s woes she’s a buffer There is not one she does favour Her love is tenderly poured out Troubles come, she does not waver And this, we can not do without There’s no thought for herself alone And her ways are above reproach A life of caring she has shown A person who you can approach Now has reached her hundredth year A marvel to all who meet her She may not see to well, or hear Is gracious to all who greet her Her friendly nature is well known Such is the heart of a mother Her fields are friendships she has sown And one can not help but love her By John Wallace for his mothers birthday She lived to 102 and a half 24/7/1908-22/12/2010 What mother wouldn’t be proud of her son’s heart-felt words? I spent a little bit of time the other evening, tidying up one of the cupboards in the pantry. I am sure you have all tidied your cupboards and drawers-but I haven’t. When I was putting my packets of tea back, I noticed that on all the Higher Living tea bag packets (yummy herbal teas) there was haiku on every packet! I had never noticed this! (Janet Soo had-her cupboard must be better organized than mine!) Made we wonder what we overlook in our lives…kind words…a beautiful sunset…a magpie chorus…a flower or weed breaking through the concrete? God’s miracles are everywhere, let’s keep our eyes of faith open. Now I know some of you are wanting something to laugh at, so here is a joke, sent to me from a retired minister (he sends me one a month): ‘Two boys aged 10 and 8 were always getting into trouble. Mum was at her wits end when she heard that the new preacher in town was good at disciplining juveniles. He agreed to see the boys individually. Next morning, the preacher has the younger boy sitting in a chair and in a booming voice he asked, ” Where is God.?” Petrified, the boy says nothing ” I repeat,” said the preacher, ” where is God?” This time the boy ran out the door and, crying, bolted for home. When he got there he was screaming with fear and ran to his room. His brother went in and asked what happened. ” We are in BIG trouble,” he replied. ” God is missing and they think we did it.’