Shepherding

Crisp and clear, morning begins.

As light becomes all encompassing, the fiery glow on increasing cloud…recedes.

The morning will be fresh, if not a little heavy, foretelling of an over-shadow later in the day.

The sheep must be moved on; this temporary shelter – house of sticks – will not suffice as the sun moves across the sky, the cloud and all its company rolling in.

A rousing call, tap a few tails with a crooks end, perhaps a flap of the arms now and then…they’re up and on the move.

They’ll need nourishment early; storms may rumble in sooner rather than later. Well-fed sheep will be better able to ride out storms later on.

A graze in this fresh green gully; water the flock down below; shelter from inclement weather amongst established trees, enclosed within the secure boundary of a holding yard.

Yet holding yards, shelter and nourishment alone are not enough. Keep watch! Alert to risk and danger; ready and willing to act, to rescue, to protect.

Gates and fences blow over, are damaged by falling limbs, rushing waters…the onslaught of varied weather – predictable and temperamental; and the passing of time – worn and weathered, weary of bearing weight and strain.

Wild animals will seek prey; there are those who would take the flock for their own.

The Chief Shepherd, possessor and nurturer of this flock watches and enables the under-shepherds to fulfill the call to care, attend, cultivate, keep and cherish.

These ones know the voice, direction and undertaking of their Shepherd. They respond well when they perceive his influence in and amongst us.

So, a crook to keep within safe boundaries.

An eye out for fields of nourishment.

Safe spaces for rest and refreshment.

Wisdom, strength, compassion and the will to fight off those who would steal and destroy.

And when some are lost, taken, devoured, appeal to and rest in the Great Shepherd…who saw their wanderings, observed our distraction, allowed and curtailed the thief and false shepherd, and will pursue them and us in justice, mercy and all that is good, pure, right and lovely.

Gina Marie 21/7/2015

A Woman of Worth

Many thanks to Leslie and Alison…you have once again caused me to think about how I do things, and how I “do me.”

I’m certain the emphasis is not quite so much on ‘what’ we’re doing, but the attitude and/or motivation with which we are doing ‘it’!

Proverbs 31:10-31

Intentional, relational

Personal and seasonal

Energetic, excellent

Empathic and most reverent

Persistent and so diligent

Consistency and confident

Loving, willing, virtuous

Fearless, strong, industrious

Wise, discerning, disciplined

Entreat, create, envisag – ed

 

A woman after God’s own heart

Should enjoy the fruits of work

All she has done we will applaud

Her inner self, our best reward

 

15/5/2014

Flexibility and Reform

I have just read a devotion by Chuck Swindoll on Insight For Living titled ‘Flexibility’ and based on Acts 16:6-10.

And I’m wondering…

Could it be that inflexibility and traditionalism don’t necessarily mean that one always refuses to do a new or different thing; but that one does all things – new and familiar – with the same old attitude, traits, judgementalism, blind following (lack of discernment), conformity, demand, prejudice, partiality, fear, insecurity…Reforming the things one does, without becoming a person reformed?

Just wondering.

Oh, Mother of Mine

Mum wedding day

 

Oh, mother of mine

Whose love, so divine

Was comfort to all

Whenever we’d call

Inviting us in

After thought or at whim

Grace and mercy all round

Loving arms to surround

Providing tastes to delight

Waiting up in the night

Home and clothing so clean

Diligence gone unseen

Growing gardens of flowers

Beholding beauty was ours

Grace was personified

In your life, now glorified

A piece of us left with you

When to Christ’s feast you flew

What joy it will be

When greets us, Saviour and thee

 4/5/2014

I love you Mum, my mum

Dad and Mum wedding day

Another Mother

What a wonder,

Another mother

Loved of father

You loved him further

 

Embrace you, I

Our love from on high

Of children, cherished

No affection diminished

 

Precious this gift

Times together are missed

Longing for Home

All together we’ll roam

 

Me and my other mother

 

 

4/5/2014

Grandmothers

Grandmothers are for loving

And for cooking and for worrying

Sleeping over, cuddling

Baking scones and making dolls again

They have pools and veges growing

Stay over New Year’s, saucepans banging

Taking photos, lots of bragging

When they’re gone, our hearts are dragging

 

Thanks for all the joy of learning

Thanks for all the fun; now yearning

Hope I’ll be to my own dear ones

Just as precious as my grandmums

 

Nanny and Grandma

 

 

4/5/2014