Our story at the moment is that we moved from a terraced house in Derbyshire, England to a dormer style cottage in Southern Leitrim in the Republic of Ireland at the beginning of December 2018. The cottage is in a rural area and we have approximately 3 acres to play with as well as the cottage. We are in the process of doing the cottage up and although stressful at times, it is going well so far! You’ll have to read back over old posts for the details if you are interested. It’s changed a lot so far! It’s now dry for a start….
‘We’ consists of myself (Cathy), my husband Chris, and two of our children who are almost 2 and 4 (at the moment obviously). We have two other grown up children as well who are still in the UK.
We are Jesus followers who try to listen to Him and follow Him constantly. We feel that He did bring us here, but I get that a lot of people will think that’s not a real thing..(it is).
I do talk about God quite a bit and what we think He is doing in our lives and I will try and persuade you to seek Him for yourself and ask Him if He is there. The reason I do this is because as far as I’m concerned he is the cure for us all. He is who we all need and it would be very selfish of me to not to try and tell you about Him. Also, our lives are completely entwined with Him and it would be impossible to do a blog without talking about Him to be honest.
Jesus saved my life, He saved my husband’s life, He saved a lot of my friend’s lives and He can save your life…give Him a try.
I do also have a sense of humour and it is quite interesting stuff 😀
Welcome, please read, enjoy, ask questions or whatever, I love doing this blog and I do try to be very honest and open. There were various aims of doing it, to give a realistic view of relocating to a different place/country, specifically a small holding, to tell people about Jesus, to give me an outlet (I love writing) and to keep friends and family updated. I’m hoping some people may also just find it plain old interesting!
Last week that is, it was absolutely boiling hot, mid 20’s upwards, brilliant, but I now understand why God didn’t send us to somewhere a bit hotter than Ireland, I’m not so good at dealing with constant very hot weather, haha. Anyway, it’s back to some rain this week and the temps are more like between 15 and 20 (celsius), so it’s nice.
It’s bank holiday weekend this coming weekend and it’s looking dry, so we’re really hoping it stays that way so Chris can finish or at least get a couple of coats of paint on the house. He’s been gradually hacking away at it, it was very hard for him last weekend and the weekend before as it was so hot and he was up on the roof in a very precarious position painting the chimneys. He’s done it though! Which is marvellous. Now the second coat on the walls and window sills etc to do. It looks brilliant (picture on last blog post).
The ducks are still all in together and ok, it’s funny, the original 5 and the newer 6 (females) they still gravitate towards their original groups.
In the hen pen, the broody hen is now back in with all the other chickens and the three chicks will remain separate until about 16-18 weeks old (ish). It’s looking good, the chicks look like they might all miraculously be female.
The turkey’s are growing well, they’re about 5 weeks old now, They have a dog kennel for shelter, which after they’re gone, we’ll use for the ducks. We had to clip their wings as they kept escaping, and so far no more escape attempts. They don’t go far, but I really don’t want the cat or other wildlife to get them.
It’s summer! We’re taking a break from any formal schooling stuff we do for August, but will still be doing lots of other things. J is currently busy with the hot glue gun making things out of ‘popsicle sticks’. I need to mow around the chickens and it’s looking like I might have to do it in the rain, I’ll give it a bit longer. The trouble is, the grass has grown up around the bottom of the electric fencing and that means it might not be working properly. So it definitely needs doing. Littlest is legoing in the living room.
The veg in the greenhouse is brilliant, I got a beetroot larger than my hand yesterday. I grated it up for a salad and it’s lovely, not woody in the slightest. It’s also the first time I’ve ever grated up a beetroot for salad!
We’re also still growing flowers, there’s some more lupins growing in pots and aqualegia, plus other bit and pieces. The front borders look lovely at the moment, but a lot of what is filling them is annual flowers so come autumn/winter it’ll start thinning out somewhat, so I need a plan.
This may be me being a little defensive but, someone asked me a question the other week, a question I am somewhat tired of, it hasn’t been asked loads, but enough..it was ‘how are you getting fed?’ (as in spiritually, God and all that). Believers – it is perfectly ok to get your ‘feeding’ directly from God and by knowing and sometimes talking to other believers from different backgrounds and watching/reading other reliable sources of sustenance. I get you have to choose carefully and I do but pleeeeeaaaaase, stop thinking that if believer’s lives don’t look like how you think they should look, that they’re wrong. God does things his way and his way does not always look like our ways and we often have to wait on him and this life is for the long haul.
I love writing to Him and drawing and writing down any thoughts I have whilst praying or just being with Him, writing down things I think are from Him and just being in his presence. I love being outside being aware of the beauty and His creation and presence, I love being in my kitchen with God, talking, singing, listening, ranting, just being. I love being in bed at night in the pitch black thinking and listening. No matter what ‘church’ you are part of, you are still part of the bigger church family and we are all connected by God. I’m still waiting with eager anticipation for Him to do more great, great things, things we don’t even imagine. One of the things I love most about God is how He can work in us, how he can turn our worst messes and self pity and rubbish into beauty. As the bible says, he gives beauty for ashes (Isaiah 61:3). I love how he can change your day at the drop of a hat, or your life. I am far from perfect, but Jesus is my peace.
My main prayer for the past 8 years has been ‘lead me in your ways and teach me, for you are the God of my salvation, for you I wait all day long’. (part of Psalm 25, it’s a beautiful one, as are many of them, try reading it) and I will continue praying this, because this is what I want for our lives, nothing else will work.
It has come to my attention how feral I and the kids have become. On the emerging out of lockdown thing that seems to be going on but not going on, but going on, but not going on….repeat as necessary. And because of living where we are living and the start of doing things or starting to do things like plan to meet people, go to mass, go out in public in general… I have realised we lack a plethora of things. Such as shoes (we have wellies), clothes that don’t have holes in or stains on, which aren’t bleached by the stuff that we cleaned the house with, or actually, actual clothes, a regular bath time, clean ears, an ability to converse with others and actually be bothered about talking to them, decent hair cuts, a clean house with clean windows (I’ve been very preoccupied with the outside) and etceteraaa etceteraaaaaa. There is slight exaggeration going on there…slight…
I actually don’t mind feral, but I think we might have to reign it in a bit to actually mix with others. Y’know, like not smell of chickens and have hands and knees covered in mud sort of thing.
So I think we’re off to the beach in a bit, feral doesn’t really matter there. Chris is the more civilised of the lot of us really, (he has to go to work).
In other news, we still have the turkey poults, they’re now three weeks old and outside, I put them out yesterday, they were making the house smell a bit. They’re very healthy and friendly, I think I might attempt to sell them in a few weeks, I’m now not sure I fancy rearing turkeys, I’ll let you know.
The little ducks have gone in with the big ones, there is a bit of bullying going on, but they seem ok, no damage done anyway and they’re getting closer together.
The chickens are all fine, the three little chicks are about five weeks old now I think, still with the mum and doing well. They won’t need her really from now on, so she may come back out and with the rest of the flock soon.
Chris has started painting the house as many people have seen, it looks lovely already and it’s only had a watered down coat on so far. The garden is also blooming! It looks really nice, but it’s a work in progress still. I still need to fill it with more plants and get more ground cover in. The weeds are a nightmare, there’s horsetail growing all over the place, buttercups, bindweed and more. But it looks brilliant considering!
Chris’s silver birth trees that he is growing from seed are also doing really well, as is the greenhouse. I tried to keep the growing simple this year, as I didn’t want to end up with loads of wasted produce (which is always very possible). So far we have a glut of cucumbers (from two plants) and loads of tomatoes, of which some are starting to colour up. We still need to get an honesty box and stand up and running as we have loads of eggs too, I’m just having to use them in baking etc at the moment. I don’t think quail eggs are going to be a big hit round here, they’re a bit little and fiddly, I’m mainly using them for egg mayonnaise for Chris’s pack up at the moment. I don’t think I’ll be hatching any more quail, they’re lovely but not that practical, egg wise.
So goodbye from our feral selves. I think I prefer this life to the sterility of having to conform every single day! It is good for today, only God knows what the future holds! So all is well.
I would talk about the fact that Chris now has a motorbike, but I know absolutely nothing about them, so I’m afraid I won’t be! But he loves it very much and is planning a good future with his bike :D. (It is very nice and I’m glad he enjoys it so much). He now gets me to drive the boys and he rides his bike to wherever we are going.
I actually wrote this earlier in the week but then decided not to publish. I think it’s strangely apt now so I am polishing it and publishing it!
So, yes, this morning I was doing the washing up whilst listening to Lauren Daigle (Look up Child). I found myself thinking about things that had happened in the past. Not particularly the distant past, more the last decade or so. It was quite emotional, to be reminded of things, things that hurt, things that I’d done, things other people had done. Actually, it was very emotional and quite a release really, as I thought and thought and cried and spoke to God and tried to listen.
What then occurred to me is that if we all knew all this stuff about each other, because we don’t, we don’t in general know much about others, we would probably be absolutely horrified and others would be horrified to know certain things about us. In some cases we probably wouldn’t want to even associate with each other. And we would almost certainly almost revel in putting each other down and talking about each other.
But God is actually the only one who will ever and does know absolutely every little thing about us, every thought, every action, even before they happen and still wants us and loves us.
‘Oh Lord you have searched me and known me! You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways. Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O Lord, you know it altogether. (Psalm 139:1-5).
He is also the only one who if we go to, will forgive us, but not only forgive us but put our sins as far from us as East is from West. He cleanses us and makes us whole, makes us new, through the blood of Jesus. As the popular scripture says in 1 Corinthians 13, ‘Love keeps no record of wrongs..’ and;
‘if we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness’. (1 John 1:9).
Isn’t that amazing? God, God! who knows every last thing about us, every good thing, every bad and terrible thing, will forgive us and cleanse us. He does forgive us and cleanse us.
So, who are we to look down on others? Us, who have done so much wrong in our lives but been forgiven? As scripture also says…
You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother’s eye. (Matthew 7:5).
There should be truth and there should be love. And part of that is walking in truth with each other and telling each other when there’s a problem and also being able to go to trusted people when we have problems. Also, if there’s any abuse, that should most definitely be dealt with openly. Closing ranks should never be an option. But! God loves us and forgives us, that should be and is a game changer.
For those who don’t know Him, I will reiterate, He is the only one who will ever know anything and everything about you and still want to know you, love you and not keep a record against you. All because of Jesus and His life, death and resurrection. He will change you, but only in good ways. Why wouldn’t you want to know someone like that?
It’s raining, it’s pouring! The old man is snoring. He went to bed and bumped his head and couldn’t get up in the morning…
That’s a strange rhyme really, isn’t it? I still like it though, reminds me of when I was a kid.
It is raining, unusually, haha (joke). But! it’s meant to be good weather after this for a week or so, so that is excellent news.
Thankfully, it will water the new annuals I planted on the front. The garden’s looking great, it’s starting to actually fill up a bit, cottage styley! And, almost even more thankfully, it was dry for our St John’s Eve bonfire last night (last year it poured down). So we managed to burn all excess wood and a mountain of cardboard and it was nice and even enjoyable! The kids were riding up the field in the jeep with their dad, bringing stuff to be burned in the trailer and when they weren’t in the jeep they were playing at the top of the field or helping (with supervision) to throw the wood on. They were late to bed but that wasn’t a bad thing because they had a lie in this morning.
We’ve just had dinner (lunch if you’re posh) and they’re playing with lego and playdough, it’s quite peaceful. We haven’t done J’s letters and numbers yet and so we’ll do them in a while. He’s quite happily making at the moment so we’ll definitely leave it for a bit. A beautiful home education bonus – flexibility.
There are a lot of bonuses, I love it most of the time. I suppose the negative aspect might be that our home is often quite messy, but hey ho, the positives definitely outweigh the negatives as far as I’m concerned. And I actually do really enjoy being with them which is cool and has grown and grown over the last year.
We’ve just hatched some turkey’s, all six hatched, so the boys are involved with looking after those too. We’re going to look after them for a few weeks and then decide whether to bring them up ourselves or whether to sell them on. At this present moment we have five ducks, six ducklings, seven hens, one very young rooster, three chicks, twelve quail and now six turkey poults, so I need to have a think. As someone has pointed out to me, turkey’s get quite big! So yeah, will have a think and see how we get on. It may be the last hatch for this year, but we’ve probably got enough to be going on with I suppose.. watch this space..
Still haven’t sorted the picture problem.. think I may have to pay a subscription if I want to put more photographs up and I’m not sure I want to do that, so it may just be writing. There’s always the instagram!
There’s a few things on my mind at the moment, so, whether to go with the mind things or whether to focus. I could just focus on this place and the animals, or I could wander round as my mind takes me. Let’s see…
So, number one on my mind is….God and becoming Catholic. I’m (we’re) getting excited again about this, I still don’t know when it’s actually officially going to happen, but my heart literally leaps within me when I think about it. What I should understand, but quite frankly don’t..still..is some people’s attitude towards it. I should, because I used to be like them and only believed what other protestant’s told me and I even thought Catholics needed converting to ‘our’ beliefs. But that shows you what happens when people don’t get proper information, just chunter amongst themselves. My advice is do some reading, or watching if you want to know more. Bishop Baron (word on fire) is a good place to start, as is Keith Nester (ex Methodist minister), EWTN’s The Coming Home Network for conversion stories, for the more intellectual, Scott Hahn (his conversion story is quite something) or Catholic Answers (there are actually a ton of resources). Don’t slate it if you know nothing about it apart from what other people tell you, you have more of a right to if you actually have knowledge..! Thankyou for listening to my rant. Haha. Of course, you may not give a monkey’s and that’s ok too!
Of course, to those who have actually been open and honest and been people who I can actually talk to, thankyou. Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou! It means a lot.
Number two. I’ve forgotten what it is, so onto here and the animals and garden and all that… if you’ve got this far, thanks! It’s sometimes a disadvantage that you only see the first few lines on the facebook page.
Do you know what? I love Jesus, I absolutely so just love Him. Sometimes, like this moment, His love just fills me, and it’s often when I’m not at my best, like when I’m defensive or hurt and He just fills me and yes! makes me ‘feel’ wonderful, but also just know Him more and more. Since we’ve come here, we’ve often not been part of church meetings and more on our own and whilst I wouldn’t normally advise people to stay away from Christian meetings, it’s been a good experience of learning to walk with Him, to hear Him for ourselves, to go to Him with everything and not just wait for a ‘meeting’ but to meet with Him every single day, worship Him, talk to Him and get to know Him better, to trust Him no matter what. Gets you away from this consumeristic type worship where it’s all about us and our lives, it becomes more about Him and His will. He teaches us all the time, there is so much in me that is wrong and He teaches and leads me. Telling me when I’m wrong too, which is actually a very good experience.
Anyway, I’ll blog about the house, ducks etc in another post. I’ve just realised because I didn’t update my subscription, I can’t upload any more photo’s, so I need to look into that. Having read it, it’s a little all over the place, but I sort of like that, so I’m keeping it.
Have a lovely day. Hello to all our friends and family in the UK! It’s been nearly two years since I was last there. It’s gone fast but it is still a long time not to have seen anyone. When I said in my blog after I came back that it was now Ireland time, I had no idea how true that was. Hello pandemic! Hopefully Goodbye pandemic at some point!
It’s been a gorgeous day today, both sunny and slightly windy, so we’ve made the most of it and have been outside most of the day, the boys playing and running around while I’ve been mowing and planting and weeding. Whilst I was planting onions (it’s a bit late, the weather hasn’t been great), I was thinking. It was a great way to think, down on my knees planting onions, with the sun shining and the wind blowing. The kids were happy too, so it really was nice.
So, I was thinking and I got to thinking about how I’d wanted a smallholding for quite a long time. A memory came to mind of an away day I’d been on with the district nursing team when I first went on the district full time. We were all around a table and we had to tell them something about ourselves they didn’t know, I said I would like a smallholding one day. I also know that I’ve wanted one since I was about 5, there was one in the area I grew up in and I used to walk past with my mum and look at the goat and the chickens and really want that very same thing. It just looked so cosy, to use a really strange word to describe it.
Then I started thinking about how scripture says ‘delight yourself in the Lord and He shall give you the desires of your heart’, then I started thinking about how we talk about how when we delight ourselves in God He changes our desires in line with His and therefore our desires change, which is often true. But it suddenly dawned on me that it’s not always true, I now have what was the desire of my heart when I was about 5 and I’m very glad I’m not God, because if I was I’d be saying, ‘I’ve given you what you wanted and what do you do? you moan! nothing’s every good enough for you!’ haha. And this has been true at times, the adjustment has been hard sometimes and so has being away from family and friends. I’ve also questioned occasionally whether it was actually God’s will that we came here or whether it was my own selfish ambition (which the bible also warns about). But God doesn’t say that, He just carries on changing me and working in me for His good and is patient and kind. He put desires in me which were good desires even when I didn’t know him. He knew me. Even back then.. We know that’s what the bible says, but when you have real examples of it in your own life and see it, it’s so beautiful. Now to trust Him with the rest of it and do what He tells us.
Some may argue or say, well, you obviously made it happen, you wanted it so much. Whilst there is a degree of truth to this as we did have to do our bit to get here. I would say no, as it wasn’t that long ago I was completely in debt with no way out for what looked like a long time, God dealt with that, He put Chris and myself together, He gave us the kids and the means to do it. His ways really are a mystery but I do know He loves people and life and what happens really is a massive story unfolding, one that we often have no idea about, but He does.
Life with God is exciting and it can be unpredictable and I love that and I never want to forget it. I love being surprised by God.
I’ve just been looking back over posts and I noticed I haven’t been doing that many and there’s quite a bit that’s changed, so here we are! For those who read it, I’m not sure what the layout is going to look out after today because I’ve renewed the domain but not the wordpress plan and I’m just waiting and seeing what it will be like. I think it means that there may be some ads on the blog, but otherwise I’m not sure.
Well, the ducks are now about ten weeks old, we lost one of them, I went up one morning and it was dead and had a small cut on its neck (I’m wondering whether a mink tried to grab it somehow), so we now have five ducks and I’m still waiting to see whether they’re male or female. There’s two that I don’t even know what breed they are, they were meant to be Ancona, but they aren’t. They’re a paler brown than the three khaki Campbell’s and have orange beaks and legs. They all seem healthy and happy. They’re now kept up on the field within a large square of electric poultry fencing. They have our old bath for a pond and they’ve succeeded very well at making half of their run a muddy watery plane that they seem to love. They love mud and muddy water and are constantly dabbling and foraging in it.
The chickens next! Well we have two Buff Orpington girls (the original ones that we hatched just over a year ago).
I had to dispatch the rooster as he got vicious. But since I last wrote about the chickens, I’ve bought two hybrid birds from a company called freeway poultry (they deliver to drop off points throughout Ireland),
One has just started laying and she is laying blue eggs, which is a nice surprise.
I also bought two ten week old cream legbar hens off a man who hatches them in Longford. He has a really good set up and he showed the kids and myself his chicks in the brooder. He has brooders (where the chicks go when they’re first hatched) set up in his garage rather than brooding them in the house like I have. The leg bars are now about fifteen weeks old and have just been let out with the other four in the main run.
They’re doing ok but the buffs are doing their best to put them in their place. Such are chickens! Pecking order and all that. They’re fine though, no blood shed, just a bit of pecking. They won’t be laying for a little while yet.
Last but not least, the three light Sussex that we hatched are now outside in our old coop which has a little run on it and they’re alongside the other chickens so they’ll be slightly used to each other once the time comes to let them into the main run. That’ll probably be in about six weeks I think, or possibly before if they get very large.
So to sum up, at the moment we have six hens roaming in the main run together, there’s three more waiting until they’re big enough and I’m going to try hatching one more time and then I think we’ll have enough. The eggs that I’m waiting for are for Silver Laced Wyandottes. They’re very nice looking birds and again like the sussex and the Buffs they’re dual purpose, so are good for meat or eggs.
The light sussex.
The quail are all outside in their run, I’ve had to remove most of the males this week. There were too many of them and the females were starting to look a bit bedraggled. They’re a lot happier since then and are laying really well. I’m keeping them outside on the grass unlike a lot of other set ups I’ve seen and they seem to really like it. I think we now have eleven girls and one boy. Trivia fact! A group of quail is called a covey.
Some people may wonder what I’ve done with the males, I processed them and they’re in the freezer to eat at a later date. I don’t like killing the birds (I think I’d be a bit weird if I did), but I do like that they’re healthy, happy birds that have been kept well and that’s a bonus to a meat eater. We have also noticed that since we’ve processed a few of our own birds we are more picky and actually have more of a thankful attitude about the food we eat whether it’s ours or shop bought. I suppose you just become more aware of the work that goes in, in a lot of ways.
There’s also a lot of growing etc going on at the moment, it’s the growing time of year I suppose, but I won’t write much more as this is fairly hefty as it is. I do looooooove the growing though. We have a lot growing at the moment. I’ve tried to be a bit selective this year, to minimise wastage, so to me, the greenhouse looks a bit bare, it isn’t – everything is just spaced properly for once. Haha.
Anyway, see ya! Oh yes and apparently we can register for our vaccinations at some point this week. Not sure how long you have to wait, but it’s definitely a step forward. Bring it on!
Sooo, it’s a God one. There’s just two short tales I have to tell. They’re beautiful and brilliant, mainly because God is. I wasn’t sure whether to tell them, but after listening to a preach today, I decided to.
Number one – I was sat on my settee a couple of weeks ago maybe, at night, feeling pretty low. I call what I was feeling ‘the horrors’ and I was literally sat thinking and had this massive awareness of evil in the world and bad things that can happen or could happen to people I love or people in general. It’s difficult to describe how it felt. I was sort of slumped on the settee with my hoody up, just sat there feeling horrified and really low. I did speak to God, I think I basically said, so I’m here and I’m feeling like this and that was that really. Can’t remember if I said anything else. Then I got up to let the dog out and I went outside and just started singing. It wasn’t worked up, I hadn’t been listening to this song, I wasn’t in one of my ‘got to deal with this and worship modes’. I was just there, with God and I believe He just gave me this song. The song goes ‘you unravel me, with a melody, you surround me with a song, of deliverance from my enemies til all my fears have gone’. (That’s from memory, hope the lyrics are right, the song is called ‘no longer slaves’ if you want to YouTube it..) So I was just stood outside our front door, in the dark, singing this song, then I was absolutely ok. It was a lovely moment. God really does care and acts on it. He can change things in a minute, when it’s right.
The second thing was, not long after, the same week I think, I suddenly became very aware, a sudden realisation of ‘I have a good life, we have a good life!’ This may sound a bit basic but it was a bit of a game changer really. We all like to think we have it a bit rough, to have a bit of a moan, I’m no exception either, but I really did have this exclamation moment of ‘I have a good life! And thinking or knowing that, changes your perspective somewhat. So that was great. Hearing from and being changed by God is really quite something and I really do believe that all you need is a willing, open heart towards Him and He’ll do the rest.
Hi, just wanted to update people, we now have six 3 week old ducklings and 3 Light Sussex chicks (about a weekish old) in the house, the ducks will hopefully go outside at around 6 ish weeks, but maybe before that during the day if we manage to get the electric fence up soon. Here they are:
With the ducks, we have 4 Khaki Campbell and 2 Ancona’s, I’m hoping and praying that they’re girls! Unlikely, but you never know. They’re so messy, we have a huge drinker in with them, so they can get their beaks in, and even with a drinker they manage to fling water about everywhere. They’re worth it though.
We also have about 13 quail running about in a separate run inside the chicken run. We can’t put the quail out and about in the main run because they’d just fly off. They aren’t laying yet, hopefully soon will. They’re really funny. It was sunny yesterday for the first time in a while, it was gorgeous, and when they’re relaxing they lay outstretched with their legs sticking out like they’re reclining. If I hadn’t read about it I would have thought they were dead a few times by now, because that’s what it can look like.
Now, just a word of warning for readers, I got some abuse on my last post from one person, just one person, perhaps obviously about my daring to say that God is good and that He saves us from our sin and frees us. I attempted replying but it was no use, so I ended up deleting the whole thing and blocking them. So comments that are helpful and inquiries that are genuine are welcome, but anything that is hurtful, disrespectful or intended for harm will not receive a reply and will be deleted.
I have been thinking a lot over the past couple of weeks, well, the past couple of years really. But a couple of things have happened recently that’s made me think again. I’ve been taking part in Church in the Peak online meetings since covid first arrived on the scene really, I briefly stopped when I came off facebook for Lent, but I rapidly decided to go back on, just on a Sunday for the meeting. It’s open to all, by the way, no matter where you are in the world physically or spiritually. The facebook page is here: https://www.facebook.com/ChurchInThePeak. But stemming from that and a conversation with one of the elders, I’ve started meeting up virtually with the small group we used to be part of (a smaller group that usually meets up in someone’s home during the week). I’ve only met up with them once so far, but it was lovely just to see them and hear them and actually talk about God with others. It was wonderful. It also broke my, ‘I’m not going on zoom or anything like it’ fear! It also broke my, I’ve left therefore I don’t belong thing…that’s rubbish, I do.
But anyway, stemming from this and talking to God, I just wanted to lay out part of what’s been on my heart for a long time. Just briefly. And share a word/brief picture that God gave me when we were first here. I don’t think I’ve ever said it, partly because I’ve been a little afraid to (who is she to say that sort of thing, which is not right).
Firstly, the word.
As anybody who’s looked at any of our posts knows, it is a beautiful place. Ireland is a very beautiful place. But in the first months we were here, I was driving back along the road to our house, I glanced briefly at the hills and fields and for a moment, they were black and almost burnt, it looked like a battlefield, it was barren and horrible and then it went back to normal. I felt God said in that moment that it may look lush and green but the picture He showed me was what it was really like underneath in so many ways. A broken place. He then said ‘but I can restore it and bring it to how it looks, I can make it green and lush’.
I’ve thought about this from time to time and prayed sometimes, but I’m going to make this a prayer now, because if he has said this, we need to partner with Him and do it His way. To do and be what he wants us to do and be.
My vision for people in this country is that people, no matter whether they’re Catholic or Protestant or anything else, I don’t care. They will know God, they will know His freedom and His love, they will know life through Jesus. Eternal life which starts now. A turning around of their lives and this country and the UK (I will always have a heart for the UK). More than anything they will be born again worshippers of Jesus and know the love of God and turn to Him and be changed. There will be forgiveness and freedom from sin and shame and both a turning back to Him and restoration and new life of people born again.