Hope and joy, no dry bones.

Listening to the news it's hard to to see the joy,
Self employed with no income,
Redundancies becoming abundant

A pandemic is still real,
People getting sick
A virus that shouldn't exist,
Taking too many lives.

People already sick,
Not getting the treatment they need,
The grieving not being able, to say goodbye to loved ones,
Mourners at a graveside not allowed to hug.

Nurses exhausted, a country on its knees,
The government trying to do its best while sleeping comfortably in their beds.

It's hard to see the joy,
A hope, an end in sight.
When will our country realise,
It's not about us?

It's about a God that is real,
That wants to heal each breaking heart.
A God that is next to you,
Waiting to be seen.

A God that won't let our spirits be crushed,
A God that understands grief.
A God that sent his Son to die,
So that we can live.

If your unsure,
You may or may not believe,
struggling in a pandemic,
with hearts and bones drying up.

Try calling out to God today,
Accept his Son loves you to the cross and back.
Ask for joy and hope today
I think your be surprised
At the answer you will get.

Refresh us we pray.

Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and uphold me with a willing spirit.

Psalm 51:12

It’s pretty soggy here today in sleepy Sussex.

The rain is gently tipping and tapping on the conservatory roof. There is the heavier sound of dripping, plop, plop, plopping running of the roof. My house using nature for the percussion section of the orchestra.

I love listening to the rain and like many have been feeling tired, weary and run down for a few weeks now.

The gorgeous hot weather we had in spring, in true British fashion has disappeared as it is officially summer. We are allowed outside but we must find the umbrella.

As the rain taps away and the colours of the garden come to life. I think about my inner being and how I need to be refreshed once more.

I am still close to Jesus. He isn’t far away. However at time like so many at times I become distracted by life and my soul can feel dry.

So in my busy day, of work I have to do. I will make time to sit, chill and ask to be refilled. For Jesus to come close and refresh and restore me once more by his Holy Spirit.

Dear Jesus,
Fill and refresh us today with your Holy rain.
Your Spirit that brings such fruit and fills us with joy.
Let us be patient with one another in such difficult times.
Let us feel your love and share it with others.
Prune our souls so our gentleness, peace, kindness, faithfulness and self control is a witness to you.
Let us lift and support each other through your example to us and no other as we live today for you.
Amen.

Tuesday’s not Monday

Tuesday’s not Monday
At least we have made it past that.
The sun is clouded
The day outside is dreary.

In our hearts
It’s up to us how we shine.
Do we share our sparkle today
Or act all grey.

One thing is sure
Whatever the weather
Whatever the storm
We stand firm in our anchor.

Each step we take
We walk with Jesus
From opening an e-mail
To our Microsoft team meetings.

We may not be able to say his name
But Jesus is in our smile
Our hearts and words
As we spread our encouragement
Throughout the day.

Let us not be grumpy
But full of joy
Whatever the circumstance
And spread some smiles today.