The last few nights the weather on the mountain where I live, has turned a little cooler. Autumn is finally starting to show it's colours and I reflect on the warm months that have just passed and all that God has gifted me, my family and Australia, in His grace.
One morning during the bushfires, we had a very early knock at the door only to be told that the neighbour's little girl was missing. I'd heard sirens all morning and knew it was urgent. There was a grassfire just up the street. We prayed. She was found safe within 10 minutes. No fires touched our home. No fires destroyed our property. The air remained breathable where we lived. All glory to God. Faith prevailed.
Next came the drought. We ran out of water five times. Five. Times. In 12 or so years of living on rain water, we'd never run out like this before. The grass died. The vegetable garden died but the fruit bearing trees didn't. Once again though, it was just another opportunity for my God to show His power and glory and provision. It miraculously rained twice. I took photos of the concrete the first time it rained miraculously. Never been so keen before to capture the moment when big drops of water formed dots on the path. Sang outside too. Raised both my hands to God as the tears and the rain poured out. Tears of joy that is. Neighbours said they did the same. None of us ashamed of thanking God loudly, publicly. Each time He provided it was a little different to the first. Just gently, quietly showing He can do whatever He wants, whenever He wants. He's not tied to our way of thinking. Our rigidity. Our framework or rules. He writes His own. He has written His own. That's why He's God and we're not. Oh and because He is the Creator and Sustainer of everything... He wants us to step out in faith and trust Him with the important as well as the unimportant. That's my God. Jesus Christ is His Name. He is King of Kings. Always sovereignly in control. Never missing a beat. Just in case you hadn't noticed. He likes to win. He always does. That's my King.
Then came a virus that swept the world clean and drew us back to the essentials of life. Love. God. Faith in Jesus Christ. Song. The shops may have run out of toilet paper and eggs and milk and frozen vegetables and tissues and flour and tinned foods and seeds and seedlings but there was always plenty of fruit though. That didn't run out. I'm not just talking about the eating kind, you know. There is another type of fruit.
The children stayed home from school. Grandparents were fought for. The mums and dad's began to work from home too so as to spend more time with the children. The families started to enjoy each other more and family meal times were restored. The neighbours started sharing kindness and love and swapping food and seeds and eggs and seedlings and skills. Each giving in kindness and love. Faith once again never skipped a beat.
Some might say that Australia has had a disastrous eight or so months. You could look at it that way I suppose. But is it really a disaster if all we did was show more love to each other? You see, from what I saw and heard in those eight months, the naked were clothed, the hungry were fed, the thirsty had water, the homeless were sheltered and the lost were found.
Did our faith in the Creator and Sustainer of this world increase?
Did our reverence for Him and His Sovereignty increase?
Did repentance increase?
Did our obedience increase?
Did our holy love increase?
Did the presence of the Living God come down?
Did the singing increase?
Yes to all of the above.
There were days when His presence was so close, I was prostrate.
For you see, what I saw and heard, with my spirit and with my mind and with my heart and with my ears and eyes and for that matter, every fibre of my being, was that the body of Jesus Christ is well and truly alive and well in 2020 and intrinsically communicating not only with the Father but inexplicably with each other in ways and languages that only He could ever truly create and sustain.
God bless. God bless you abundantly as we all look forward to the rest of this year.
"Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD,
whose confidence is in him.
He will be like a tree planted by the water
that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes;
its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought,
and never fails to bear fruit."
For Further Reading:
Jeremiah 17, 18.