A new start

I hope to make a new start here, not  just chronicling life in Wales, but my Christian journey through the year. I’m not one for resolutions, they don’t work. But before Christmas, I came down with bug after bug, then we were away, then there was no church service for New Year and I slowly became conscious that I was feeling dry and tired inside. I was missing God’s word, along with listening to Mr Wommack while walking the dog around the golf course in the mornings.

Body and soul need to be fed, so my first move was to take up the challenge of reading the Bible in a year, so at least I was feeding the word into me, letting it soak in, whether conscious or unconscious, it would be spiritual nourishment.

The next step was to get back to listening. I’d got ear buds for Christmas and it’s much easier with just one in, encased under the woolly hat under the rain hood. Yes, it has rained slightly here!

The first teaching I got at random was all about the soil and the effects it has on us in a Christian walk – Matthew 13.  The conclusion I reached after listening to the teaching, is that my seed has germinated, but it’s not as far out of the ground as it should be. It certainly has been held back by the weeds and rubbish of this world. I already shunned the news, avoid murders when I can, and have totally given up reading the newspapers. I’m also guilty of switching off to my husband when he goes on about climate change, political correctness and the state of the NHS. I will no longer let things that I can do nothing about, or agree with cause me unease. I will keep the peace of God’s flowerbed as I grow this seed.