After my recent upset..I decided to sit with the Lord and journal my feelings about what was happening in the world.
As I started writing the Lord gave me a vision. It brought me great comfort . I was sitting in my lougeroom and wrote it down as the picture came into my mind..I hope it brings you all peace too.
6th October 2006
Dear Lord,
The world surely is a sad place. I ache to be with you Father.
I see your beauty in your creation-it is springtime and my garden is full of glorious flowers.
Each one so beautiful and each one different from the other. My flowers shout out your love for me.Their fragrance takes me to some far off place- a place where there is peace and love ,and children running through meadows.Where streams run high and water the valley.
The valley is green and lush. There is an abundance of wildlife and people bare feet, walking on this beautiful soft grass. Children are safe and there is no talk of violence nor pain-just the poignant smell of Jasmine and Roses wafting through the air.
Is this how it will be Father?I feel in my heart it is,just a glimpse of your world,heaven,your home for us.
Steve Irwin tending the wild creatures- his smile has never been bigger. There are no endangered species,no need to fret about the safety of these creatures. Everything is safe in your world.
The Amish children wash their feet in your crystal stream. They splash water on each other as they laugh.They pick flowers and run them to their Grandparents and Great Grandparents.
A small baby enters into this meadow,carried in the arms of an Angel.
A little boy who had been so mistreated by his earthly Father.The Angel passes the baby to the Shepherd,Our Saviour Jesus Christ. Safe in the everloving arms of our Shepherd.
The Shepherd passes the little one into the arms of the Father.
He looks old,soft and tender hearted- his face is the very essence of love.
He smiles as he holds the babys face next to his cheek.
The baby sleeps, unaware that he is having an audience with the Kingof Kings and The Lord of Lords.
The Father sheds a tear and it drops on the face of this little one. The baby awakes as the tear rolls down his body. This tear rejuvenates every partof the babys damaged body, every bruise, every broken bone, every cell is restored to perfection. One tear from the Father and the baby is made whole.
Elvis sings "There will be peace in the valley" and a myriad of Angels accompany him.
Johnny Cash walks on by-no longer wearing black but in a white suit-harmonising beautifully.
I see my Nanna, Dorothy, sitting on a rock in the middle of the stream- her dressed hitched up to her knees as she dips her toes into the cool water. My Pop, Cliff, stands behind her as he rests his hands on her shoulders. They are young again in their early 20's and yet still easy recognizable as my Nanna and Pop.
My uncle ,John, walks up and puts his arm around Pops shoulder- they look at each other and smile.
Peace overflows this valley.
Sam and Leila, my Great Grandparents are there too. Although Nanna has long hair- there
is no doubting who Pop is with his beautiful shiny wavy hair. Nanna is holding a baby.
The name Patsy comes into my mind.
We are truly not of this world, are we Father?
I know I dont belong here.
My children and I are here to lead many people to you; to this beautiful place I see before me.
Help me to cope with this world. Help my children and I to bring a taste of your peace to this world. I know this isnt the way you wanted the world to be.
I pray for your kingdom to come on earth as it is n heaven.
Lord may that time be near.. My heart breaks awqiting that time- when at last I will see you face to face.When that day happens I will be changed into your likeness and I will be as you are-pure spirit,purified and made clean by the righteousness of your son.
Then I will walk with you and talk with you-everything will become clear in the light of your glory and grace.
Equip me, fill me for this task on earth so my children,my childrens children and their children- from generation to generation will walk in your ways and know your love and everlasting kindness.
Sanctify us by the power of your blood.
I make a covenant with you Father that as for me and my house ,including all generations until the return of your loving son Jesus, will serve you all the days of our lives and help to bring a piece of your kingdom here on earth...Amen...It is so!
I declare it Father.....Jewell Drury 6th october 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Are there no champions who will stand for justice ?
I recently took Meg, Benjamin and James for a ride around our local dam. It was a beautiful day and they are just learning to ride without their training wheels. Meg and benny picked it up quite well but James was a little hesitant. He needed Mum to run alongside him and help balance and steer. Needless to say after 20 minutes of running alongside , my throat was burning and I felt like I was going to have a breakdown. ( My body is definently not built for speed!)
We stopped for Mum to catch her breath and pulled off the bicycle track to let a couple of young guys past.
As they approached us, I smiled and said "Hi, guys". No sooner as I had finished saying guys, I was smacked with full force in my mouth by a squished orange.........and then Pow... a second orange. Both these boys , about 15 years of age,on pushbikes had king hit me. They hit me so hard that I thought they had knocked my teeth out! I felt backwards onto little James and then we both fell onto his bike. The oranges rickashayed of my face and hit James on his face and arm. The four of us just stood there shell shocked. At first I didnt even know what they had hit me with. Indignant and quite shaken, I got to my feet and looked at them as they rode off. They were looking back laughing at each other and laughing at us.
We rode back to the car, all of us in disbelief and shock at what had just happened.
I could not get over this cowardess act, hitting a woman with 3 small children...I was determined not to let them get away with it. We hopped in the car and off we went. A myriad of pictures went through my mind. What would I do with them once I caught up. I decided I would need a man to stand alongside me when I confronted these boys. Passing the yacht club I noticed 3 men. Surely one would be my champion ..to come to my and my little ones defence. Through tears and shakes I recounted my story..."sorry ", he said "I don't want to get involved, ask those fellas", he said . I went and asked the other men,"no,not interested ",said one,"best ring the police..use that phone!".
After phoning 000 I was told that the police probably wouldnt be able to get there straight away . I told the operator that I would be following the boys and to let the police know what car I was driving for easy identification.She told me , that would be at my own risk and repeated the remote possibility of the police getting there.
I was shocked.. was there to be no champion, no defender against this injustice that had just been committed.
I yelled to the men as I returned to the car, "INJUSTICE IS ALLOWED TO PREVAIL IN THIS WORLD BECAUSE GOOD MEN DO NOTHING ! "
Still quite shaken , I was off in hot pusuit. I f I have to stand up for justice, I will.
I found the boys around the next bend , chatting with each other, as if nothing had happened.Their faces became ashen when they saw me. They rode for their lives.
I drove alondside the bicycle track on the main road for a few kilometres, shouting to them that the police were on their way. " Did you think you could attack a woman and 3 small children and get away with it? ",
"You are nothing but cowards , the police know who you are and they are on their way!"
Unfortunately both boys kept riding and the bicycle track split into 2 . They dissapeared into a residential area. I think they were quite shocked that I was in pursuit of them.
I drove directly to the police station, where I gave a statement to the police constable.
She asked me for a description of the two attackers. I was still shaken and I really couldnt remember the fine points of their description.
Then all of a sudden my Champion appeared, My Defender of Injustice.
He was in the form of my 3 youngest children. Meggy spoke first, one had blonde hair , with a white shirt, he had black shorts with white stripes.James next,the other one had no shirt, he had brown skin, with a black back pack on. Benny piped in, yeh and the one with the white shirt had a hat on ....they all said ..and he had a bike that had a small wheel at the front and a big wheel at the back.
I couldnt believe it. My little champions... they have an almost photographic memory and here they were defending their mum.
My brave little ones, they had been victimised too and here they were standing up for justice. Their world became a little darker that day...a joyful ride with mum turned into a nightmare for them and myself.
I am battling with fear of allowing my children outside my home...how I hate this world.
At dinner time that night we were saying grace. Meggy tapped me on my arm when I was half way through and asked me to pray for those boys.
Children are such a special gift from God. Their purity, their love and grace truly comes from the very heart of God.
P.s . Several days ago a man walked into an Amish community and sexually abused and shot several amish children ageing from 6-8 years of age. He then shot himself. 5 of the little girls are in critical condition and the rest died of gunshot wounds.
P.p.s On the same day I had heard on the radio of a man arrested for punching his baby because the baby vomited on him.
The baby is on life support and is approx. 10 mnths old.
IT IS THESE THINGS THAT IGNITED MY PRAYER TO MY LORD,QUESTIONING THIS WORLD WE LIVE IN AND MY ATTEMPT TO FIND WHER I STAND IN AMONGST ALL THIS EVIL. THE RESULT IS IN MY NEXT POSTING TITLED "THERE WILL BE PEACE IN THE VALLEY...." 6TH OCTOBER 2006
We stopped for Mum to catch her breath and pulled off the bicycle track to let a couple of young guys past.
As they approached us, I smiled and said "Hi, guys". No sooner as I had finished saying guys, I was smacked with full force in my mouth by a squished orange.........and then Pow... a second orange. Both these boys , about 15 years of age,on pushbikes had king hit me. They hit me so hard that I thought they had knocked my teeth out! I felt backwards onto little James and then we both fell onto his bike. The oranges rickashayed of my face and hit James on his face and arm. The four of us just stood there shell shocked. At first I didnt even know what they had hit me with. Indignant and quite shaken, I got to my feet and looked at them as they rode off. They were looking back laughing at each other and laughing at us.
We rode back to the car, all of us in disbelief and shock at what had just happened.
I could not get over this cowardess act, hitting a woman with 3 small children...I was determined not to let them get away with it. We hopped in the car and off we went. A myriad of pictures went through my mind. What would I do with them once I caught up. I decided I would need a man to stand alongside me when I confronted these boys. Passing the yacht club I noticed 3 men. Surely one would be my champion ..to come to my and my little ones defence. Through tears and shakes I recounted my story..."sorry ", he said "I don't want to get involved, ask those fellas", he said . I went and asked the other men,"no,not interested ",said one,"best ring the police..use that phone!".
After phoning 000 I was told that the police probably wouldnt be able to get there straight away . I told the operator that I would be following the boys and to let the police know what car I was driving for easy identification.She told me , that would be at my own risk and repeated the remote possibility of the police getting there.
I was shocked.. was there to be no champion, no defender against this injustice that had just been committed.
I yelled to the men as I returned to the car, "INJUSTICE IS ALLOWED TO PREVAIL IN THIS WORLD BECAUSE GOOD MEN DO NOTHING ! "
Still quite shaken , I was off in hot pusuit. I f I have to stand up for justice, I will.
I found the boys around the next bend , chatting with each other, as if nothing had happened.Their faces became ashen when they saw me. They rode for their lives.
I drove alondside the bicycle track on the main road for a few kilometres, shouting to them that the police were on their way. " Did you think you could attack a woman and 3 small children and get away with it? ",
"You are nothing but cowards , the police know who you are and they are on their way!"
Unfortunately both boys kept riding and the bicycle track split into 2 . They dissapeared into a residential area. I think they were quite shocked that I was in pursuit of them.
I drove directly to the police station, where I gave a statement to the police constable.
She asked me for a description of the two attackers. I was still shaken and I really couldnt remember the fine points of their description.
Then all of a sudden my Champion appeared, My Defender of Injustice.
He was in the form of my 3 youngest children. Meggy spoke first, one had blonde hair , with a white shirt, he had black shorts with white stripes.James next,the other one had no shirt, he had brown skin, with a black back pack on. Benny piped in, yeh and the one with the white shirt had a hat on ....they all said ..and he had a bike that had a small wheel at the front and a big wheel at the back.
I couldnt believe it. My little champions... they have an almost photographic memory and here they were defending their mum.
My brave little ones, they had been victimised too and here they were standing up for justice. Their world became a little darker that day...a joyful ride with mum turned into a nightmare for them and myself.
I am battling with fear of allowing my children outside my home...how I hate this world.
At dinner time that night we were saying grace. Meggy tapped me on my arm when I was half way through and asked me to pray for those boys.
Children are such a special gift from God. Their purity, their love and grace truly comes from the very heart of God.
P.s . Several days ago a man walked into an Amish community and sexually abused and shot several amish children ageing from 6-8 years of age. He then shot himself. 5 of the little girls are in critical condition and the rest died of gunshot wounds.
P.p.s On the same day I had heard on the radio of a man arrested for punching his baby because the baby vomited on him.
The baby is on life support and is approx. 10 mnths old.
IT IS THESE THINGS THAT IGNITED MY PRAYER TO MY LORD,QUESTIONING THIS WORLD WE LIVE IN AND MY ATTEMPT TO FIND WHER I STAND IN AMONGST ALL THIS EVIL. THE RESULT IS IN MY NEXT POSTING TITLED "THERE WILL BE PEACE IN THE VALLEY...." 6TH OCTOBER 2006
7th Heaven
Well here I go! Thanks to Bec Laklem , I have finally decided to share my life , trials ,tribulations and uttermost joy with the big world outside our beautiful home.
I am married, although currently seperated from my husband,and am the very blessed mum of seven children . 5 boys and 2 girls ranging in ages from 19 to 5years of age.
Anyerin is 19, Rhys 17,Seth 15, Bethany 13, Meg 7,Benjamin 5 and James 5. Yes, God blessed us with a double yolker at the end in the form of my twin boys.
Anyerin is getting married in 6 weeks so I will inherit his bride Jamie as my beautiful daughter in law.
The family is already starting to multiply...what a blessing!
Im not quite sure if I'm doing this right but here goes......
Everyday there is something new happening in our lives and I just thought this may be a great place to start documenting some of these things.
My mum always taught me as a child that if there is rain today, there will always be sunshine tommorrow.
Equipped with that attitude firmly implanted in my heart, and a faith in God ,I believe no matter what comes our way we can always find Gods best in it. There is always something new to learn and that through pain we can find Gods very bosom(chest) that we can rest our weary heads on and feel refreshed. So.....come along with me (if you dare) on this rollercoaster ride that we call life. Hold on tight....We're in the front seat together ....put your arms above your head now and remember..... The master is in control.
Lets go ......WWWWHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!.................
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