Dear Readers,
Well, here we are again, two months on and I’m now a married woman. Our wedding day was beautiful and everything went perfectly. Above is a picture of the chapel where our ceremony was held. The sun shone, the birds sang, people laughed, cheered and even cried, for it was a very special time. I myself probably shed the most tears but we all know the reasons for that. The moment was bitter sweet, though mostly sweet.
Now I write to you in my new home, from the lounge where I have a blanket I nestle into on these ever increasing cold days. No one tells you how big a job it is setting up your home, or how expensive it can be! But alas, my husband and I are getting there. All rooms, except one spare bedroom, in the house are functional. They just need a few tweaks here and there to accommodate the remainder of our things and to be set up ‘just so.’ Then I will be well satisfied.
I still have not done any more work on my next novel since last June/July. I had a plan to write a lot once I got up here and got the house in a liveable state but God, with his infinite wisdom, had other ideas. I have been blessed with getting quite a few hours work at the local Christian school. It has been an answer to prayer and I’m loving it. It has also been a great opportunity for me to get into the community and get to know people.
Everyone I have met so far has been lovely to me. Very kind, warm and welcoming, but I do still miss my friends and family. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, though it has been better than I imagined. I have not been as down as I first thought I might have been, but I do have my days. Last week I had one of those days. I tried bottling it up but I should know it never works. It’s like trying to keep a half screwed on lid on a bottle of fizzy drink that has just been viciously shaken. It was never going to hold under the pressure underneath it and was only going to be more painful and messy if you tried to hold it down. This lesson I have learnt, specifically, over the past two years. This week I let myself cry, and then I cried some more in my husband’s arms. He didn’t say anything, just held me and that was enough. For in that moment, in that time of distress, his strong presence was all I needed.
We can translate that to our relationship with our Heavenly Father when we are in times of need. He is with us 24/7 and sees our hurts and suffering. He knows what we need before we even ask. His love and comfort is more lasting than any other human being’s on this earth. God meets us where we are. Whether that’s when we have it all together or when we feel and look a mess with tears streaming down our faces.
I now walk out this life of change that I have been preparing for and sharing with you for months now. It’s not easy but I know it’s right where God wants me. Knowing this makes it all worth it. Remembering that God is in control of the path set before me brings me back to my roots. Trusting Him is now my job. Serving Him and now loving my husband is what I have been called to do. And do you want to know what the best part is? Loving my husband well, is also serving God and it’s not just a pleasure, it’s fun!
I hope I have been able to encourage you to trust God during the season of life you are in. Whether good or bad; high, low or average, He is always your number 1 fan and He loves you so dearly. You are amazing! Now walk with confidence, for you are a King’s kid!
God Bless,
Jane Bishop
Galatians 4:7, “Therefore you are no longer a slave but a son, and if a son, then an heir of God through Christ.”
Songs of the Month
Hillsong Young & Free – Real Love
Hillsong Young & Free – Alive
Bethel – We Dance
Nat King Cole – L-O-V-E
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