I may just have talked a bit about me feeling that there is a wall about us here, especially this year with my operation and the trip to England to the wedding. Now we’re though. Dave and I have been working things through a lot together, and this is how things are at the present.
I came back praying for more people in my life, feeling that in some ways, we live here in a desert. And perhaps I lost my perspective on our bigger dream of the Retreat. It came to a head when I was praying for Dave to have a job and he got really cross. While he wouldn’t want to be written off workwise in his tender years, he wants the Retreat perhaps even more than I do! I wanted people. I applied again for the job teaching English, and like when I began teaching riding, I will really need God’s help in this one. I surprisingly got a phonecall interview and a real interview, and may start one Monday! BUT, the AMS or national job centre must clear my qualifications. If these are no good, then no job. Holy Spirit pointed out to me how often I’ll be doing something, such as waiting for riders for a lesson, and I’ll be hoping that they don’ turn up so I can go home. I’m even hoping that the AMS will say no. I’ve christened this my lazy negative bug and am ignoring it! If I do ok, then there is another course in October, so I’ll have a summer at home (what hardship!). The only worrying thing is that I’ll be taking over halfway through this course, the lady is leaving, ostensibly to go on holiday and not coming back – God’s provision while I was off sick?
So back to the Retreat. I pray and try to imagine the people in our spare room as I can’t yet visualise the guests in the flat. I bang on the door of my un-hearing, I rebuke anything that is blocking all this coming to pass in the name of Jesus. I pray for my husband’s breakthrough (I hate that term but can’t off hand think of a better). The picture I see is of me working while Dave does the physical work, a good lesson for me not to interfere! One prayer I made, was that Mr G who owns the flat next door would turn up and we could talk to him, not sure if it was ok to pray so. He turned up the next day! I was like a cat on a hot tin roof, Dave met him in the yard and we asked him in for tea. We said we were interested in buying, but he told us that flat has already been given to his son to stop the Health service here make him sell it for Care costs if need be. Darn! But Dave and I were surprisingly upbeat, feelings seeds have been sown. We wouldn’t want to manipulate things or God, but felt led to speak. So we’re now planning to put a small shower room in our spare room, so we can start off small. Dave prays daily for finances to arrive, I don’t, I try to see the end product. Both sides of the same coin?