So where's the snow?

Muddling through in Austria; God, life and a small black dog


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Effective Prayer

As those of you who follow me know, I’m a Christian and a huge fan of Andrew Wommack. We’ve been following a teaching called, ‘You’ve already got it’. This shows how God has already provided all that we need supernaturally; we just need to reach with faith into the supernatural realm for this. He uses people, God doesn’t manufacture money!

So, we began praying by thanking him for his provision, that we reached into the supernatural to make his provision manifest into the natural. We prayed for those who will buy our flat to be enabled, and their funds to be freed up. We began telling people then one afternoon as we were starting to pack up books, and the house was a mess,we had a phone call from a friend, whose agency we bought this flat through. Friend of a friend was interested, could they come round? We hadn’t even put it on the market.

She seemed interested. Then Pete came back and told us what we could realistically get for the flat and that as we are friends, he would cut us a deal.Okay. There would be an issue due to Brexit and it’s a residential property. We let it go and thanked God!

Today, he called and asked us if he should go on, he would get the price we settled on, so we said yes, although we said that we weren’t accepting an offer (this is legally binding in Austria). So it’s now in God’s hands to sort the funds and dates, we are at peace and bowled over at the same time.

We’ve been looking at sales sites and realized we will have to move north. We found that around Durham, we could buy a house for under £40,000, which is what we paid for this. I saw a two bedroom house with a cherry tree – I’ve always had one in my garden. And we’ve been googling and checking it out.

Then when asking what we do, Rotherham came into my head and bounced around all day. We looked, but we saw prices are higher. It’s a huge city with many problems. So I’ve asked God to send us a clarification that’s not in my head alone, and if he changes our hearts, we will go willingly and with joy.

We have to decide when we go, we’ll both have to work, hopefully we will get some of the summer before we go. Watch this space!


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Guest Post; Leah Meahl

I am so pleased to introduce Leah Meahl, a Christian author, whose first book is now on pre-release!

The greatest gift that I ever received without even knowing it was my mother’s prayers over me as a baby. I’ve seen the effect they’ve had on my life over the years. One such prayer was that I would be used for the glory of God’s purposes. At this stage of my life, I believe I’m just beginning to scratch the surface of that purpose.

I’m a Yankee girl with the NY accent to prove it, but with the loving hospitality baked in from living most of my life in Greenville, South Carolina. I believe they call us GRITS: Girls Raised In The South.

Though introverted and shy at heart, I’ve grown up with the desire for storytelling. I grew up in church and community theatre and discovered that I have an acting bug with a knack for singing. I got into the writing scene, however, after being enchanted by a teen romance that may or may not have included a vampire. My taste has grown since then, trust me.

When Jesus called to some of His disciples, He said that they would no longer be considered fishermen, but fishers of men. Similarly, I feel that Jesus has called me to no longer be a storyteller, but to be a teller of His stories. Everything I write has His influence, and my desire is for people to see and hear and understand His influence in their life.

My debut novella, The Threshold, is a true testament to God’s grace and guidance in fulfilling the desires of your heart once they’re surrendered to Him. I couldn’t have continued the writing and publishing process without Him.

Speaking of the writing process, when I begin to craft a book, I need to get deep into a daydreaming state. It usually includes talking to myself. Typically, that’s when the idea first arrives. It takes the form of a snip-it or a moment played out in my mind. If I think it’s intriguing, I build a storyline from that moment. Who was involved? How did this moment come about? What’s the result of this moment taking place?

For the most part, I do a lot of pre-thinking and organizing before I start writing, just to make sure this could be a plausible reality. When a good portion of the plot is planned out, I begin writing. You can plan all you want though, but the writing is when the tale begins to truly blossom.

Unlike when I was younger, I read Christian fiction and non-fiction. I love stories with supernatural elements and mystery but having a love interest is a definite must for me. My favorite book is The Shack by Paul M. Young. It’s the only book I’ve read twice which clinches the fact it’s my favorite. I don’t like to reread books because I’d rather use the time to experience something new.

What used to be a strange concept when The Shack first came out, became a beautiful story that moved me to look at my relationship with God with a new perspective. I had to read it again, so that I could retain the deep spiritual truths it held about healing and loss and trusting God in everything. I highly recommend checking it out.

Be encouraged that whatever God has for your life can be accomplished with faith, prayer, and trust. With those fundamentals propelling you forward, all that’s left is to watch and see what God will do.

 


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The Fig Tree

The story of how Jesus cursed the Fig tree and how it died from the roots up, being found dead the next day, always had me feeling this explanation had something lacking. This tree in the picture is a Birch tree that was recently felled. Now it’s spring, the roots are sending sap running out of the bole like its wet. My first thought when I saw this, made me feel queasy as I saw it like someone being beheaded, all the, no head but the body still functioning for a while-YUK!

The I realised this puts the parable into reality for me, you can’t kill a tree until the roots are dead, so it had to be like that. If the leaves had just died they could have grown back, Duh moment!


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So how was your Lent?

I can remember the time I stopped eating butter and margarine for Lent, and it surprised me just how difficult it made life! As I’ve said, this Lent I read Andrew Wommack’s new book, Living in God’s best.  I read it twice and for people seeking healing and changes in their lives, it is a really powerful book. Yes, you are made to face up to the fact that we’re the weak factor, not God. But he has all these permanent blessings for us to live in, health, happiness, peace, financial security, and more. It’s turned my Christian thinking upside down. Its manifested in the healing of our dog and our finances. And I’ve even got Dave to read it too.

I looked at the parable of the Prodigal Son too, as for so long I had felt the second son had a just cause. I read lots of explanations, which put him as the Sadducee, who  Jesus was really knocking at that time. But that didn’t balance with the other guy being Jesus.  That wasn’t the point. It’s God’s unconditional love for us, the lost and found. Still didn’t quite get it. It was only when I saw the language unpicked, that I could see what a bad relationship the second son had with his Dad. He did already have all his inheritance, and his Dad went after him to get him to join in. There are different words used but build the same meaning in all versions. The second son hadn’t lived in a good relationship with his Dad, he had served or slaved for him. He had never got a goat to feast on with his friends, not the family, excluding the family. I suddenly had the picture of the son, who for what ever reason had taken against his family and was an angry, self pitying twit. It wasn’t that he was  wasn’t a loved member of the family, he was a pain in the neck. And while I once identified with him for feeling left out, I no longer do. In my childhood, I was on the outside of my family at times while within it, especially when my brothers where around. I now get it that I did have self pity, maybe it had a cause or not, but no longer do I identify with the Prodigal son’s bro!


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Swingle and the Blessing

I wrote the post below over two weeks ago. Since then, our dog is healed. No more broken nights. You can laugh at me as much as you want. Easter blessings to you all!

So time went on and I got so fed up I thought right, I’m being told all the time in Andrew’s book that its my fault that Swingle isn’t being sorted out due to my unbelief and negativity, I just gave up. Maybe I was trying to do it in God’s will, but really it was just in my strength.  Then I read on about the time that it took Daniel to get an answer to prayer, so maybe my prayer had been answered and it was just taking time to get through. I could go with that. I stopped beating myself up for not being Mrs Super Christian, I don’t spent hours head bent saying lots of thee and thou prayers with God, I read a bit, then ponder, and chat with him on and off during the day, or get a song stuck in my head, that’s a form of mediation, and all this is mostly when I’m dog walking. But of course, some days I get to bed time and realize I’ve hardly said a word to him -oops! But maybe that’s OK with a loving parent.

Then I got on to the bit again (second time reading the book), about the permanent blessing is in the supernatural and that good ‘things’ are the outworking of it all. So Swingle is in God’s blessing of healing, its done, don’t need to keep on in the thoughts of vets and changing food,(although we have taken her off the dried food or kibble part of her food again, which my every instinct says its wrong for her)  its done. I don’t need to keep praying over her, unless the problem tries to sneak back. I just need to concentrate on the blessing, and relax.

 


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Swingle and negation

She is definitely better, there are more nights good than bad. And I think there is a link if she swims and drinks a lot, but other wise, we’re still praying. When we have a broken night all the possibilities swim around my head and I’m back in the carnal world of worry again. Dave and I have commanded the problem to leave, and when my immediate thought was about when to call the vets, my negation negated the prayer, I said it again. I wonder why all this healing is such a frail thing, and then Mr Wommack and the Bible reminds me that the problem is us, not with him. When I rail at God for not pulling his weight, he hasn’t changed, its me, I’m the inconstant factor.

I’m slowly getting to the place where I don’t care any more, I feel I am making some blunder with my prayers and she should be healed, but I’m bogging it up. I will keep on  praying for another week.