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The wait

My kids are not good at waiting.  They look sweet here but in the real world if they had to sit or stand anywhere waiting for us they'd be moaning.  In the same way if anyone could tune into my frequency they may hear a bit of a moan.  Actually they'd hear a rumbling nausea.  Its not a panic, because I know as I know as I know that God is doing exactly what God does.  And I trust Him.  Its just something like: there is so much that I have no control over and so much that still needs to happen, how Lord?.

And there have been a couple of low days and then amazing teaching.  A low day happened on Friday when the wheel on our beloved twin pram decided it just couldn't anymore.  And it happened in a busy shop and nobody helped me.  And that was after the lady in the Post Office determinedly avoided smiling at me.   But I had been reading something about that in Oswald Chambers.  I can't quite remember exactly what he said-I just know it was a lesson in keeping your peace even when the upset comes after all the good stuff.  And then God chose Soul Surfer for us (we don't really splurge on the pricey DVD's so we play this guessing game...) Anyway from the minute we pressed play we knew that God is so faithful.  I so recommend it to you.  Take the chance and be inspired.  And watch the doccie on the special features.

And then I have been given so many opportunities to share and teach.  And people keep asking me to tell them how I lost weight.  And I know that I am going to be helping people move in the direction of good health.  And I have been able to teach people about God's provision and our need to do our part.  We need to be good stewards of everything God has given us and then to be generous with it all as well.  We need to be generous with our love.  There are so many broken people, so many rejected people and really it takes something as simple as a smile to make them feel like they are worth something.  And maybe then they'd feel like letting you in their life and you could love them enough that they'd know the worth they really have.

For so long I would tell people that my life will be the book that people can read and then they'll  know how good God is.  And for so long it didn't seem to be happening.  I am so grateful for all the muck, the lessons, the growth.  I am colourful and God is using me.  Thank you Lord.

Please continue to pray for us.  And all the people we are coming into contact with that they would be blessed abundantly the way they need it.  And please know that I am trusting God for truth and hope and love in all your lives.  I love you very much.

Much love
Philippa

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