I’ve been struggling this week for a variety of reasons, my grief being a main one another being sick with a vile head cold. This is the reason this blog as been so quiet, it’s hard to write when your head is banging and your heart is hurting. Yet having to take some time out isn’t always a bad thing it does give you time to look at the bigger picture and see some things you have been missing or the things, people you have in your life.

It has been in this time I have been reminded of Gratitude

Hopefully my words below will explain.

Have you ever sat at a football match next to a friend, felt each other’s pain at conceded goals or lousy free kicks, shared the joy of a victory, a place on the top of the league table. The connection you feel from the love of the sport emphasises the feelings you share.

This is how I feel about my friendships made in faith. Knowing the person I sit chatting with has the same love for God, radiates my soul. The giving of prayers, the understanding of the truth!

For a long time in my life I have felt so alone. The people I trust I could list on one hand, yet slowly my heart is opening up and allowing others inside.

I am so grateful that I am in a country where I have the freedom to practise my faith.

I give thanks to my church for being a place where I can wrap myself up in wonderful worship, fellowship and prayer.

I am so grateful for the family and friends who walk with me on my journey.

Yet I’m on my knees in gratitude to God for never letting me go for loving this lost sheep and for returning her safely to his flock.