tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14363917870253043892024-03-10T22:31:01.399+11:00Butterfly GirlRobynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.comBlogger370125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-66199440296338618312024-03-10T17:47:00.005+11:002024-03-10T22:30:29.940+11:00Perceptions of Angels<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_qjKysfAcCOz91RPhSdjvDEv9lB0zZsBeGAID9ya4vJay3fPQwWoGI9ZJ2SxzJAbyjvTwy0mNNJaRjvonE2kbsfBPPXrzEVWmFp8vrrhbkuGzimrqiQPODzG6MMdME0ZpSk3DDELieQWUF5H5lh79H3ZXEdeShY2GLKut9GC3yCfkZdLO5TfzvAqWnY0/s3250/20240309_113916.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3250" data-original-width="2272" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_qjKysfAcCOz91RPhSdjvDEv9lB0zZsBeGAID9ya4vJay3fPQwWoGI9ZJ2SxzJAbyjvTwy0mNNJaRjvonE2kbsfBPPXrzEVWmFp8vrrhbkuGzimrqiQPODzG6MMdME0ZpSk3DDELieQWUF5H5lh79H3ZXEdeShY2GLKut9GC3yCfkZdLO5TfzvAqWnY0/s320/20240309_113916.jpg" width="224" /></a></div>Recently, I was browsing through a store, when I came across this car ornament - a bobble-head angel. Most people would probably think, "Oh, how cute!" Not me... I thought, "That's ridiculous!" ๐คฃ Yes, it does look cute, however for me, as a prophetic intercessor... it just felt <i>wrong</i>! The thought of an angel just "sitting pretty", hands folded in prayer felt ridiculous... because in my world, angels are not simply pretty. The angels in my world are always active! They don't have time to be cute and pretty.<p></p><p>In my world, I often sense their presence. Sometimes it's simply a feeling, other times I see a shape or shadow. Occasionally I see a physical manifestation, such as a flash of light under a door, or feathers drop around me. I am aware that angels are always around me. </p><p>If they are ever sitting quietly, they are still on alert. They may be waiting for an assignment or a marching order, or they may be watching as protectors, but they are never idle. </p><p>I see them on my car when I'm driving, waiting at the gate to greet me at work, and around others. I see them dancing during church worship. Last week, during the Seers & Dreamers Gathering (SDG), I saw some sitting on a platform, above the worship team, swinging their legs joyfully, participating in the worship. </p><p>Also at the SDG, while we were preparing for the Prophetic Appointments, our team was in a circle, worshiping, and I saw an angel draw oil from a well in the centre of the room. It drew one cup for every person, and individually poured the cup of oil over our heads. It was beautiful. What came after that, during the prophetic time was simply amazing and beautiful. God had so much to say to His precious children, and it was an honour to be part of the team giving to others. </p><p>To me, if not already active, angels are always waiting for their next order/assignment. They need our prayers to set them in motion. When we pray to God (<i>never</i> to an angel!), He gives the orders and gets them moving. It is not our job to speak to angels. We <i>can</i> acknowlege them, but we are not to enter that spirit realm of interacting with them (eg, meditation, astro travel). Instead, we are to speak to, and worship God (Revelation 22:9).</p><p>Examples of active angels I have sensed, or prayed for God to activate, are Warring angels, Ministering angels, and Healing angels. As a prophetic intercessor, life is never boring! There are always spiritual battles to deal with, and often the angels take charge of the fighting. My prayers set them to action, but I don't give the orders - God does. Ministering angels are the peace bringers- when somebody is unwell, struggling, or even dying, we pray for God to send His Ministering angels to bring comfort and peace. Healing angels work in a similar manner. </p><p>A few years ago, I had a car accident. While I was sitting stationary at a red light, I was hit from behind by a cement truck (empty of cement ๐) at 60 km per hour. The driver was not paying attention. There were other cars stopped in front of me. No other cars were hit....the only logical explanation for that...was there was no logical explanation! It was clear an angel had intervened as a buffer between my car and the one in front. Logically, my car should have been pushed into the car in front. The impact pushed my car forward, but hit nothing. We only experienced minor injuries, but lost the car. Protecting angels were on assignment that day! I was upset about my car, but cars can be replaced. I was in awe of the protection we experienced!</p><p>As you can see, my experience with angels is not represented by that cute bobble-head. If you haven't experienced the reality of angels, I pray God opens your spiritual eyes... they are not to be feared, but bring a sense of peace and joy. </p><p>On a final note, <i>always</i> test the spirits. If you feel uneasy, it's probably not an angel, but a demon pretending to be an angel.</p><p>If you have been engaging with 'angels'- eg speaking with your "guardian angel" through meditation, or used things such as Tarot cards, etc, I pray your eyes are opened to the dangers of this. I also highly recommend googling Kristine McGuire and hearing/reading her testimony. She is a former medium who engaged in these spiritual activities & explains the impact, enticement and how demons work through these practices (and how to stop it). She is now a prophetic intercessor. </p><p>Be blessed! ๐ฆ</p><p><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #474747; font-size: 16px;">1 John 4: </span><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #474747; font-size: 16px;"><i>Do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, because many false prophets have gone out into ฤบthe world. but every spirit that does not acknowledge Jesus is not from God. </i></span></p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-915887428559452912024-02-10T14:20:00.006+11:002024-03-06T08:27:25.794+11:00A whisper more powerful than a yell<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI5cbd2E7Az7i8sU4p3Y2HJ8oZVLvdEjEp_mgLaB0Yy-LWJLGOcqpG35cYZ4gGF25NuaPTlwTUJITs8waKAnO2LlOE74JDgZd7K0rjIfgjxJPCzB_bYWBzNHRWK8ME6G6M8FY6hjdMumXfoU1dihvLosAUv8PCq1rCkC3tfZQSNWh_Ya1YAdjSdjgaJzA/s1080/Screenshot_20240210_135140_Chrome.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="902" data-original-width="1080" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI5cbd2E7Az7i8sU4p3Y2HJ8oZVLvdEjEp_mgLaB0Yy-LWJLGOcqpG35cYZ4gGF25NuaPTlwTUJITs8waKAnO2LlOE74JDgZd7K0rjIfgjxJPCzB_bYWBzNHRWK8ME6G6M8FY6hjdMumXfoU1dihvLosAUv8PCq1rCkC3tfZQSNWh_Ya1YAdjSdjgaJzA/w276-h231/Screenshot_20240210_135140_Chrome.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> For those who celebrate, Gong Xi Fa Cai!<p></p><p>I was in a place this morning, where the sounds of the Chinese New Year Lion dance were loud and clear! Dancing around the streets, making an impact with loud bangs and joyful onlookers. Although I didn't <i>see</i> it, I knew without a doubt, it was there. </p><p>It got me thinking, if part of the Lion dance is to chase away evil spirits, the spirits would need to be afraid of loud noises - BOOMS of fire crackers, BANGING of drums and CLANGING bells. It would need to evoke a sense of intimidation. </p><p>The amusing thing is, evil spirits are unafraid of these intimidation-focused acts. They use these tactics themselves. But they ARE afraid of a quietly spoken prayer warrior! </p><p>They may laugh and mock at these cultural dance moves, but one prayerful, whispered command is far more fear-inducing than a booming yell! A quietly confident <i>whisper</i> (while also possibly shaking at the knees) that commands attention and <i>really</i> chases away the evil spirits. It generally says to the devil, "I'm still standing! Get outta my way!" (Ephesians 6).</p><p>So, if you feel insecure by the taunts of the enemy...when your mind is clouded and you feel afraid, or anxious... just simply whisper a prayer of faith. A prayer with the authority of Jesus. It can be as simple as, "Go away, in Jesus' name!", "In the name of Jesus, I am not afraid", or "In Jesus' name, I have a clear mind". The enemy may not be afraid of fire crackers, but watch him quickly run when he hears the powerful name of JESUS! ๐ฆ</p><p></p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-41473545065634327052024-01-30T11:21:00.001+11:002024-01-30T11:22:24.580+11:00Australia Day - one perspective of the "Australian Dream"<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilqVkboRE6rBggo96wRVwiv3rE7ndC9BHeaYOveM_rNlepeZfqN1MY4f2P54474oZwuY_QwedfGT5hm7WPvcoBZ0xTICqXkD3Tthw0TsKyLJlN9E344sHxnj5OEq7ZLTa2P_P1y5WX_JQ6L6YYu8pkGvjIRhQnM0OjRqgS9lKiiJHn5dOe-e0R8kRFGf8/s507/Screenshot_20240130_111432_Chrome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="378" data-original-width="507" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilqVkboRE6rBggo96wRVwiv3rE7ndC9BHeaYOveM_rNlepeZfqN1MY4f2P54474oZwuY_QwedfGT5hm7WPvcoBZ0xTICqXkD3Tthw0TsKyLJlN9E344sHxnj5OEq7ZLTa2P_P1y5WX_JQ6L6YYu8pkGvjIRhQnM0OjRqgS9lKiiJHn5dOe-e0R8kRFGf8/w269-h200/Screenshot_20240130_111432_Chrome.jpg" width="269" /></a></div><br />On 26th of January, many (not all, & that's a whole other perspective to this story) Aussies celebrate "Australia Day". I like to think Australia Day celebrates what makes us "Australians"- we ALL have a story. Most of us are here because an ancestor or parent/s travelled, whether by force, war, or a dream. I also acknowledge our amazing First Nations friends. You are seen and valued. Your stories are being heard. <p></p><p>MY story is a young Italian man had a dream. I called him Nonno (grandfather). He worked hard to migrate from the Veneto region to Melbourne. He continued to work hard for a year, to pay for his bride to travel by ship to join him, and they were married the following day. They had 10 children, the eldest being my mum. If my Nonno did not follow his dream, I probably wouldn't be here, nor call this beautiful country my home. </p><p>On the other side, in Ireland, my Great Great (Great?) Grandfather had the same dream...to migrate to Australia. Never underestimate the power of a dream! These men's dreams impacted multiple generations! I am a proud Italian Irish Australian ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฎ๐น๐ฆ๐บ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฆ๐บ</p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-24059655761684770752023-12-21T18:44:00.001+11:002023-12-21T18:44:38.758+11:002023 - What is Victory?<p> This year, our church had the theme: Year of VICTORY. Initially, I was excited by this word. It felt that finally, we had entered a year that would bring more joy than sadness. After many years of trials, we would finally experience triumph.</p><p>Then, we walked into the new year... I don't know what Victory means to you, but for me, it was a word I learned would have a different meaning to my expectations. </p><p>It has been another year of trials. Finding ourselves in places we didn't expect, and couldn't understand. However, we never felt God had removed His hand from our lives. He has been with us through the valleys and the hilltops...although 2023 brought more time in the valley. We still don't know what our hilltop will look like. We just know God is in control. His will may be different to our will... or maybe His will is a surprise or a miracle. Either way, we are ok. We've been through so many trials, we know nothing will keep us down. </p><p>So, we began this year in anticipation of an expected victory, and we come to the end with a different understanding of what that means for us, personally. It has been a tough, yet rewarding year. Both in unexpected ways. Be blessed...there are always rainbows after the rain ๐ฆ</p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-66835976247529695972023-11-30T22:25:00.003+11:002023-11-30T22:25:21.880+11:00November <p> I haven't been on top of the monthly posts... my mind is struggling to process the fact it is the 30th of November! Wasn't it just July?? Wow... this year has really flown! I have so many thoughts flowing through my mind, but nothing that calls, "Blog this!",or the urge to write fades like a passing cloud. These last 6 months have been a different kind of rollercoaster. Ups and downs...learning to thrive in the valleys, and make the most of the mountain tops. There have been more valleys than mountain tops this year. One year I may be able to say the valleys have been few and far between... but not these last few years. </p><p>The main reason I haven't blogged as much...is I'm just tired. Worn out from the challenges of the year. Maybe I simply need to adjust my priorities, but for now, I will go to bed. Happy December! ๐ฆ</p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-18830367929256144982023-09-30T21:40:00.001+10:002024-03-09T01:24:45.599+11:00Angels<p>Is it just me, or is the second half if this year flying through? </p><p>I've been pondering what to write about, but the inspiration hasn't really peaked this month. </p><p>My mind has been flowing with ideas, but nothing has prompted me to stop and write. </p><p>One thing I've enjoyed during the last few months is that I have been experiencing an increased awareness of angelic presence in my life, which has been both encouraging and exciting. </p><p>It's pretty cool to sense angels waiting for you as you enter through the work gates, then feeling them linking arms with you as you walk towards the entrance. I often walk from the train station, but I drove one day last week, and suddenly wondered what the angels would do when I drove by them...the next thing I knew, I sensed 3 of them sitting in my car with me! One in the front, 2 in the back. It was very encouraging. </p><p>I will sign off here, and possibly write more on this another time. ๐ฆ</p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-61766197627055876032023-08-03T18:34:00.007+10:002023-08-12T06:47:28.362+10:00A Beautiful Lesson in Compassion <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAnk3f07Lxv1q_Pmcdx0j1BS5iMckpSdUGgJXygrCdQIy8JyU1MbzjtGmZy0ODdkVrPwEFU7sY8UK0eOmdhgt1Wk1iNYCMKGAe92TZGPHW6qWBHbDOjTc6Z8Zj8oLoqyiSsN5O4IUC16ISQjyfZJowQZXy1d9-NNHl3U15V9v-w5m2d85wdpx6MJ5nABg/s1073/Screenshot_20230803_181416_Gallery.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="399" data-original-width="1073" height="119" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAnk3f07Lxv1q_Pmcdx0j1BS5iMckpSdUGgJXygrCdQIy8JyU1MbzjtGmZy0ODdkVrPwEFU7sY8UK0eOmdhgt1Wk1iNYCMKGAe92TZGPHW6qWBHbDOjTc6Z8Zj8oLoqyiSsN5O4IUC16ISQjyfZJowQZXy1d9-NNHl3U15V9v-w5m2d85wdpx6MJ5nABg/s320/Screenshot_20230803_181416_Gallery.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Today I found myself explaining Dementia to a man with an intellectual disability. Why? Because he was genuinely concerned about another client's behaviour... he asked why they kept swearing, and why they were yelling at an imaginary person, etc. It actually turned out to be a beautiful experience. </p><p>He was able to understand enough to ask further questions, such as, "Can the doctor help them get better?", "Will it kill them?"... and expressed genuine compassion towards his peer, knowing their brain wasn't working like ours, and some of the behaviours that caused. He accepted the suggestion that we need to try to be more patient with this peer...and know they can't help doing funny things, and they don't mean to upset us. </p><p>I was so blessed by this fairly short, but effective conversion between this client, another staff and myself. It made me think, if this man with an intellectual disability can try to not only understand something as significant as dementia, but also express compassion.. what is wrong with our world... people are so busy with themselves, they forget to treat others as they would like to be treated. Many react in anger, instead of looking to see what may have caused somebody to upset them. Many forget there can be underlying reasons, such as invisible illness, trauma, even just simple fatigue behind another's actions.</p><p>If a man with an intellectual disability can express this genuine compassion and desire for understanding... what's our excuse? ๐ฆ</p><p>(I chose the above image from my camera...it reminds me of the mind gently & slowly switching off...)</p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-55748809893177322023-07-31T21:15:00.002+10:002023-07-31T21:16:26.631+10:00Arrivederci to the first half of 2023<p>Well, we've passed the halfway mark of the year... a year that feels like it is moving way too fast! The year I began feeling confident that good things would happen, quickly became the year of faith tested, and unexpected challenges. </p><p>Another rollercoaster where you don't know where your path is going, you just know it's moving, and there will be bumps and turns! </p><p>I still don't know what the rest of the year will bring. All I know is I'm in God's hands. He knows all the details I don't, and understands everything I don't. </p><p>With that said, I will continue to travel this ride and find reasons to smile and be thankful. 5 months left to see God move. </p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-45911739586029336212023-06-25T21:28:00.004+10:002023-06-26T20:32:17.452+10:00My Nonna <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgq5XIOSDBMXrUKwyEHPUrqZIhkC8KKJd01yZZJoHg6J00VZF-R2Xtrb5Rbd3pxZzRssMelbTAtUmS__fvVLN-ByHIxX5SUDM48SjF2RhXffxvbfdnEVJXAWh1KJJQJ3kEmQQsCFVObEoFyXyhM8QsOeCFG5VkSrUzZ9JJSqWDYFfipXRSDePULnQKXt8/s1932/20230625_204724.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1751" data-original-width="1932" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgq5XIOSDBMXrUKwyEHPUrqZIhkC8KKJd01yZZJoHg6J00VZF-R2Xtrb5Rbd3pxZzRssMelbTAtUmS__fvVLN-ByHIxX5SUDM48SjF2RhXffxvbfdnEVJXAWh1KJJQJ3kEmQQsCFVObEoFyXyhM8QsOeCFG5VkSrUzZ9JJSqWDYFfipXRSDePULnQKXt8/w320-h206/20230625_204724.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />This month, as I am again reminded of Cherry Blossoms... almost 1 year since my Nonna's passing, I would like to honour her and tell you about this amazing woman I called Nonna. (Although Cherry Blossoms remind me of Nonna, she was always surrounded by Deep Pink Geraniums). <p></p><p>Nonna was a young bride-to-be who, in the early 1950s, travelled on a ship from Northern Italy (Giavara) to Melbourne, Australia. My Nonno migrated a year earlier and set up a life here, in preparation of the arrival of his future bride. They were married a day after her arrival. Nonna was a seamstress, so made her own wedding dress. Unfortunately, her dress was sent on a different ship, and did not arrive in time - so she borrowed a dress. To this day, (to my knowledge) her wedding dress has not been worn. My sister and I often wore dresses made by Nonna.</p><p>My Nonna and Nonno (Nonni) were devout catholics. They brought up 10 children. My mum was the first child, and I was the 2nd grandchild. I grew up when my Nonni ran, and lived in a corner milk bar in the western suburbs. I have great childhood memories of this time... often visiting when the shop was filled with children from the catholic school across the road.</p><p>I remember seeing freshly made spaghetti drying/hanging along the hallway, in a straight line, on broom handles. I also remember using their "Outhouse", which was dark, and I always hoped I didn't see spiders. I remember when they renovated their bathroom to include a toilet. We were all excited! </p><p>Our family gatherings (Christmas, Easter, Mothers/Fathers Day, etc) were often in the large lounge, or even in the actual shop front. As the family grew, they had long tables in the garage. I remember, one Christmas Day, sitting at tables in the shop front- a man kept tapping on the window because he needed milk! </p><p>Nonna took pride in her cooking, and catering for her large family. Nobody made roast chicken maryland or potatoes like her! We loved being chosen to go to the shop fridge and pick out a soft drink (soda). My 2 siblings & I always chose sarsaparilla- to many adults' disgust! Haha! </p><p>A family favourite was her Tuna Pasta- often cooked for individual visits, and ALWAYS enough to take some home. </p><p>My Nonni retired & moved to Queensland for a few years, then returned close to Melbourne. This time, in the outer suburbs. The 2nd generation of grandchildren only know this part of their lives. We of the 1st generation remember our Nonno being stressed due to his business, while the 2nd generation only knew a more relaxed, retired Nonno.</p><p>Family lunches always began with mushroom risotto & ravioli in brodo (broth). A while later, a feast was set, including roast chicken maryland, roast potatoes, various vegetables & salads...and her precious stuffed mushrooms ,(which I didn't eat!). Then... desserts, including her famous Tiramisu, fruit & other sweets... and then...coffee. Oh, and her paper thin crostoli! My favourite. She would often make it just because she knew I loved it. Nobody, apart from my brother makes crostoli like Nonna! </p><p>Growing up, we took all of this for granted. Now she's gone, the memories are truly precious. </p><p>Nonna's faith was strong, like her personality. She was devout and stubborn. We often did not agree on faith - as my parents left the catholic church and brought us up protestant. My Nonno was more accepting- he would point his finger to heaven & say to me, "I see God looks after you". Despite these differences, I know Nonna loved me dearly. She quietly had my back in life's circumstances.</p><p>From an Intercessor's perspective, Nonna was a hard egg to crack! I spent 30+ years praying for her! As I grew older, and my intercession and prophetic gifts became stronger, the burdens to pray increased. God often showed me images of her as a child sitting in His lap. He consistently showed me He had her. It didn't look that way, but I trusted Him. While <i>she</i> was praying I would see the light, <i>I</i> was declaring her salvation. The enemy knew me well, and he had no problem letting me know. Neither did I have a problem activating my spiritual authority. </p><p>A few months before she contracted covid, God showed me a picture of a glass jug. It was full of little papers, like you would place in a Thankfulness Jar. It represented <i>all</i> the prayers from everybody who had been praying for her over the <i>decades</i>. He then said, "I have all need. Now watch me work!" I can't explain how my spirit felt by those words... it was a promise and a challenge- to let go and let God. </p><p>Fast forward to June 26, 2022. That night I had arranged with my parents to visit Nonna in palliative care, the following morning. I had the urge to search Youtube for Italian worship music, to play during our visit. As I listened, my spirit stirred. Something big was happening, and I just couldn't stop streaming these powerful worship songs. My spirit wanted to keep going, but my mind told me to go to bed, because I needed to get up early. </p><p>God reminded me of another vision - the rock with dripping water. It appeared the water (prayers) would not affect the rock, but over time, the persistent dripping would eventually corrode/break down the rock. That night, God showed me the rock broken in half! What an amazing vision to go to sleep with. </p><p>Well, June 27th 2022 was the day my Nonna went to be with Jesus. She was 97 years old! I had such a peaceful sleep that night.... and awoke to a text message with the news she had passed away in the early hours of the morning. My plans to visit were cancelled. Although I was sad I didn't get to see her, I also realised that God had used me the night before. The battle had finally been won! I felt peace in knowing I had done far more for her, spiritually than I could have done physically. The peace was deep, supernatural peace. </p><p>I must acknowledge there were a few other family members who also engaged in the battle for her soul. It was a team effort. We had our individual assignments. I can only share my own experiences. I do know, during the funeral, we, the intercessors all shared that same, supernatural peace. </p><p>After 30+ years' of warfare intercession, the assignment was over. The burden was lifted. I truly believe she is with Jesus.</p><p>I want to encourage those who feel like their prayers are getting nowhere. Before asking if there's any point in continuing to pray... this war for <i>one</i> soul lasted many decades. But in the end... God's will prevailed. Don't give up! If God gives you a burden, He has the answer! ๐ฆ</p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-20684174077994498872023-06-25T17:12:00.002+10:002023-06-25T17:12:35.688+10:00Unexpected message<p>Last night, out of the blue, my husband received a message. As requested, he showed me the message. If the sender sees this, know your message was received and accepted. The past is in the past. </p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-90217312479724716772023-05-21T18:57:00.001+10:002023-05-21T18:59:50.449+10:00Faith Hope Love<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0CJDZODKRioGv_CTok0qGeXuFdfiL4BO0c_JKLb4hnVRWtqsQWIKXx4CUaKUjV38KoBtbL1LhO4U3fSXAWEU58Br8sy6GBwzYHnMm9-Jkjuj7Cuko5RzBEDXqAWUU-vobA91FKglhkoLQilI0CXwI8RoEYwd2ofPSLnsHRW3q0HxIvPrS5d5edQq/s2392/20230521_172452.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1387" data-original-width="2392" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie0CJDZODKRioGv_CTok0qGeXuFdfiL4BO0c_JKLb4hnVRWtqsQWIKXx4CUaKUjV38KoBtbL1LhO4U3fSXAWEU58Br8sy6GBwzYHnMm9-Jkjuj7Cuko5RzBEDXqAWUU-vobA91FKglhkoLQilI0CXwI8RoEYwd2ofPSLnsHRW3q0HxIvPrS5d5edQq/s320/20230521_172452.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">1 Corinthians 13:13.</div><p></p><p>This has been an unexpected season! I began the year with a renewed hope, and the word, "Fresh". As the weeks progressed, I found myself on a path, where I was asking, "Huh?" "How did I get here?", "WHY am I here again?" "I thought this path ended". "Why has life been so tough, contending for what others take for granted?" </p><p>Throughout this season, of these I am sure: God knew. God knows. God has great plans for me.</p><p>I don't know what the rest of this year holds. All I know is I have faith. I am loved. I refuse to give up hope. </p><p>During this season, God has lavished me with His love. I've always felt His love, but this year has brought a new, deeper level. I have friends who have held me up in prayer, and I have felt that supernatural covering so strongly. I'm travelling a familar, yet also unfamilar journey. Those who travelled with me in the past, remain in the past. God has orchestrated a new group of faith filled people (again, with some unexpectedly familar friends) to travel this current journey with me. Seriously, I did not see this coming, but I feel extremely blessed. It's another way of God showing me how much He loves me. </p><p>The photo is of my new necklace. I love this necklace... I wear it to work, and when I see myself in the mirror, I am reminded of the faith of a mustard seed. Sometimes the simple things can bring the most joy. My faith, at times has felt like a mustard seed, but that is enough to move a mountain! So, with my mustard seed, and my friends' faith & prayer covering, I believe we will move this mountain. (Check out Faithbracelet.co They currently have a BOGO Sale!)</p><p>When I am asked how I'm going, I can honestly say that I feel peace, as if I'm sitting calmly in a dinghy, in the middle of a stormy ocean. I have no oars, just my mustard seed. I don't understand why the waves are crashing so fiercely, I just understand that God loves me enough to give me peace....faith, hope, and so much love. </p><p>If you are travelling this journey with me, I appreciate every single prayer and act of love. I am truly blessed to have you in my life right now. ๐ฆ</p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-67622099421116854212023-04-04T18:49:00.004+10:002023-04-04T19:11:11.218+10:00Prophetic Encouragement - Don't limit God<p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1cco6TlBh7FtK2uCyuD-OmYrjgzBCWXK_7Sl-6L3qLQrTAzHlvBQF-iwCB3gNxK6Debn_fDpcDg66nh2vB-sKL9I_cd7E_aT8Whl-lQEpbLX2pI9kmWKVrbK_vBc8WDMKfgeb_zVcQ_z1SMgz98gOujEcznSqM-NM5Kuxkwgx5B2uJG1QH2VXKq1i/s1066/Screenshot_20220626-173839_Pinterest~2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="585" data-original-width="1066" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1cco6TlBh7FtK2uCyuD-OmYrjgzBCWXK_7Sl-6L3qLQrTAzHlvBQF-iwCB3gNxK6Debn_fDpcDg66nh2vB-sKL9I_cd7E_aT8Whl-lQEpbLX2pI9kmWKVrbK_vBc8WDMKfgeb_zVcQ_z1SMgz98gOujEcznSqM-NM5Kuxkwgx5B2uJG1QH2VXKq1i/w519-h285/Screenshot_20220626-173839_Pinterest~2.jpg" width="519" /></a></p><p>During the last few months, I've found myself questioning my discernments for others, simply because God has given me the same vision/message for multiple people. The first time I shared the picture, the feedback was positive. I was encouraged that I'd "hit the mark". The second time, I felt less confident, because the picture was not 'fresh', but I chose to step out in faith and share it anyway. I've learned that my visions are usually spot on or resonate with those I've shared with. </p><p>Well, as with the first share, the second person also confirmed that my vision for them had "hit the mark". This has happened multiple times.</p><p>God doesn't care how many times He uses the same vision or image to speak to people.</p><p>We all read the same bible, yet find different words or sentences resonate with us individually, and also during different seasons. We could read the same bible verse one hundred times, and each time, receive a new insight, or different perspective.</p><p>A further example is the above picture of Cherry Blossoms. You could tell me what this picture means to you, and it will be specific to you and what your heart needs to hear. To me, that picture is a reminder of God's love and hope. The circle of life. God continued to show me visions of Cherry Blossoms last June- when my 97 year old Nonna (grandma) was in palliative care, after contracting Covid. I'd spent decades praying for her salvation. It felt like an uphill battle, but I, and a few other family members persisted to intercede for her. It was a tough battle! The enemy knew me well! God continued to encourage me now and then, that my (our) prayers <i>were</i> making a difference. The last vision He gave me, a few months before she died, was of a glass jar. Our decades' worth of prayers were all collected in that jar. God simply said, "I have all I need. Now watch me work!" </p><p>I can tell you, I slept well the night before she left us. I'd spent the night streaming Italian worship music, and I felt a sense of strong activity in the spiritual realm. The following morning, I felt a supernatural peace that she was with Jesus. The battle was over. My long-term assignment was over. The enemy <i>finally</i> lost!</p><p>I'm sure there are many more stories relating to Cherry Blossoms. Each one unique. Each one personally encouraging. Each one strongly resonating with the same image of those beautiful flowers. </p><p>So, the lesson I've learned is, don't be afraid to share the same vision with different people. If God wants you to tell somebody something, trust HIM. He knows what will resonate, and He is not limited by our insecurities. Those Cherry Blossoms were healing to my soul. That doesn't mean they can't also bring healing to your soul. ๐ฆ</p><p><br /></p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-48008798592784958632023-03-31T20:45:00.001+11:002023-03-31T20:45:08.872+11:00March<p>What a crazy month... I forgot to write a post! </p><p>February was an AMAZING month, and March has just flown by! I loved every second of the Seers & Dreamers Gathering in Sydney. I finally met many online friends in person, and made new friends. I remember finishing work on the Wednesday, before my flight on Thursday morning. My body just naturally relaxed, in a much-needed, but also unexpected way. Even though my 4 days in Sydney were packed with activity, my body remained relaxed. As soon as I began work after returning home, I hit the ground running!</p><p>Now, as March comes to a close, my body is again in need of a rest! </p><p>This has been a big year so far. I don't know for sure where this current path will lead. I just know that nothing is a surprise to God. I feel like I'm surfing a new kind of wave. As always, I persist. I'm riding new waves, and finding old waves rush towards me. Familiar, yet fresh. New elements of unknown added to the known. I never expected to again surf the familar waves. But, God knew. God knows. He has me in the palm of His hand, and that's really all that matters right now. ๐ฆ</p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-79247172327459530932023-02-12T17:09:00.001+11:002023-02-12T17:14:21.672+11:00Riding the Waves of Life<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9COHvd4KH2qyx5R-8T84xYmebGOv9u4irVS7R0eRoz4XYsP_LYsvHmLgOfAkrm66dU1ECrP_EhmxSf6sQRDKZTsD3gsQ-vr1Ga-RoZ2iniS4izrXq3IKsLMzcdqioJ3Jg8LkbMp5CR6uUnQ80n47uvQPwzxMnzHPItC8j2-fXb6wLfyCI2LQ4wa6h/s1200/Screenshot_20230212-162457~2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="660" data-original-width="1200" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9COHvd4KH2qyx5R-8T84xYmebGOv9u4irVS7R0eRoz4XYsP_LYsvHmLgOfAkrm66dU1ECrP_EhmxSf6sQRDKZTsD3gsQ-vr1Ga-RoZ2iniS4izrXq3IKsLMzcdqioJ3Jg8LkbMp5CR6uUnQ80n47uvQPwzxMnzHPItC8j2-fXb6wLfyCI2LQ4wa6h/s320/Screenshot_20230212-162457~2.png" width="320" /></a></div><p><i>In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. 1 Peter 1:6 NIV</i></p><p></p><p><br />2023... What a year already! I was recently thinking about the last 5 or so years of my life, and realised it was a season of learning to ride the many waves that came my way! </p><p>Small waves and big waves. Waves representing character growth, family situations, shock health diagnoses and 'young' deaths... Spiritual waves of adversity and realising some waves were caused by other people who <i>should</i> have known better ... Waves of navigating the covid season and lockdowns. So many waves! Sometimes you don't even realise you're in the water... Then a big wave hits! You either ride it or fall. It doesn't matter which way you go, as long as you keep going. </p><p>I've been knocked down enough times to know the <i>only</i> option is to get back on the board. Falling is part of leaning and growing. The water doesn't harm you if you choose to keep getting back up. Each time you fall, you can get back up, stronger and more determined to ride the next wave. You can be better prepared, and wiser. Waves stop catching you off guard when you learn the signs. </p><p>The last few years have turned me into a strong surfer, metaphorically. I've never actually tried to surf, physically. But spiritually, I surf a LOT. Personally, getting back up has required an attitude and heart of forgiveness. So many waves have come from unexpected sources, and tested my heart. </p><p>I would say, the 2019-2022 season especially, was a season of becoming a stronger surfer. This season brought out the worst and the best in people. It exposed true colours and attitudes of the heart. I learned, if I was going to keep riding the waves, I needed to surf alone, or carefully select who I trusted to be in my circle. Too many people wanted to push me off my board, or stop me from moving forward. I couldn't pray with people if our attitudes and prayers were not in alignment. So I learned the boundaries of my own lane, and diligently stayed there. </p><p>2022 brought waves of change. I rode many of those waves, until I realised I needed to start surfing in a different body of water. Where I'd felt alone & frustrated by the water I was in, the new body of water refreshed me and reignited my spark. I had outgrown the previous water. The waves of change carried me into a new season. </p><p>My point is, life is full of waves. You can either use them to help you grow and overcome, or you can let the water envelope you and suck you under. <i>The waves will come, big or small. </i>The question is, Will you choose to surf or let life's challenges pull you down? </p><p>I know I have faced many big waves, and at times, been briefly sucked under... <i>But</i>.. I choose to always pick myself back up. The big waves come, and now I meet them with new strength, wisdom and determination. The devil is a liar. There is ALWAYS a way back up/out/over/through. The waves are just a challenge for you to prove that. </p><p>Trials will come, but God promises to stay with us and give us a reason to rejoice (1 Peter 1:6) and joy does come in the morning! (Psalm 30:5). ๐ฆ</p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-17154132032233825122023-01-11T10:59:00.009+11:002023-01-11T12:16:39.112+11:00"A Man Called Otto"<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCjriCa0z7qadc6EnOXwjOQXNNEnEpwWkep7Ua9ieHVGPZaboZy72LsFWvv2Z8949rW32zfo10dkPKGOnm3bO6XMKu6j6u0I3npZC_uHalJmG45VWnjDu7-PxncBdue97_E3-V7G8ikd3CY3svDNkAHPo1H-wLeK5IwcIeT84Igkqd7xJIviJ0vhn/s1200/Screenshot_20230111-103300~2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="1200" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCjriCa0z7qadc6EnOXwjOQXNNEnEpwWkep7Ua9ieHVGPZaboZy72LsFWvv2Z8949rW32zfo10dkPKGOnm3bO6XMKu6j6u0I3npZC_uHalJmG45VWnjDu7-PxncBdue97_E3-V7G8ikd3CY3svDNkAHPo1H-wLeK5IwcIeT84Igkqd7xJIviJ0vhn/s320/Screenshot_20230111-103300~2.png" width="320" /></a></div><blockquote><i>"Based on the comical and moving New York Times bestseller, A Man Called Otto tells the story of Otto Anderson (Tom Hanks), a grumpy widower whose only joy comes from criticizing and judging his exasperated neighbors. When a lively young family moves in next door, he meets his match in quick-witted and very pregnant Marisol, leading to an unexpected friendship that will turn his world upside-down". </i> https://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/a_man_called_otto</blockquote><p></p><p> I recently saw this movie with my mum and sister. I wasn't sure what to expect, apart from it being a comedy of sorts. It was <i>much more</i>! What a beautifully constructed story...yes, it was funny, but it was also sad, relatable and thought-provoking. When the end credits rolled, nobody in the cinema moved! Everybody just sat there in a peaceful silence... It was just amazing how one movie could touch so many people. My sister said the man behind her was crying. I think everybody cried. </p><p>It was funny seeing Otto behave as a grumpy, old man. It was also touching to see the underlying reasons for his grumpy facade. He had a tender heart, and his actions towards others, although rough and often abusive- had caring undertones. He was a good man, who just needed somebody to penetrate his outer shell. </p><p>The reality of mental health and grief were addressed. How good people often struggle, and how important it is to just 'persist' - a simple "Hello" when passing by, or an invitation to lunch, knowing the answer will probably be a gruff No. </p><p>It makes you think... How many people push others away simply because they are hurting? How many hard shells hide a soft interior? Sensitive and caring people who can't find a way to be happy - who just need a little help by being loved and seen by those around them. </p><p>This is a very touching, funny and thought-provoking movie. Prepare to laugh - and bring tissues!</p><p>***TRIGGER WARNINGS*** "IF", MENTAL HEALTH</p><p>***SPOILER ALERT***</p><p>*</p><p>*</p><p>*</p><p>*</p><p>*</p><p>*</p><p>*</p><p>*</p><p>* If you struggle with infertility (IF), just be aware this is respectfully addressed in the movie. </p><p>* There are references to suicide that may affect some people. The scenes are thoughtful and respectful, but they are there. </p><p><br /></p><p>****END WARNINGS/ALERT****</p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-41887571440569859252023-01-03T22:32:00.001+11:002023-01-11T11:05:09.705+11:002023 - Change in the air <p> Happy New Year! </p><p>After a busy end to 2022, including getting sick before Christmas... and feeling extremely grateful to see my family for Christmas, the turn of the calendar page brought a sudden shift. </p><p>On January 1st, Something in the air changed! </p><p>I woke up feeling indifferent, then went to church. As soon as I entered that environment, my spirit quickened to a shift in the atmosphere. There was a new joy. People were happy - it felt as if the "Happiness Barometer" jumped a few new levels overnight! </p><p>It felt as if God was up to something. Like all the challenges of 2022 were placed in a box, and He put the lid on top. Out with the old, in with the new. During the pre-service prayer time, there was an amazing sense of His presence, anticipation and expectation. I saw/sensed helium balloons all over the room, being popped. Breakthrough was beginning! It was almost overwhelming in the most beautiful way. </p><p>I woke up feeling indifferent, and after church, my spirit was energised. Whatever this year holds, I am in anticipation of what God has planned for me, His church, corporately and individually. There is an old song - "God is up to something good, something good, something good..." The word I was given for this year is FRESH, and all Sunday, this word was confirmed. This is a fresh season. I am excited to see where He takes us this year! I can't remember the last time I felt excited by a new year. Each previous year, it has been about survival. Maintaining peace and hope amidst the storms and challenging times. </p><p>How awesome it is to feel excited again! ๐ฆ</p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-41376710238608962352022-12-31T12:54:00.006+11:002023-01-11T11:06:43.285+11:002022 Reflections<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1pIvilconxTl8muRWVy0SWmrNdrj4FZdWkWGlmdWAgqo5kCcMTocnzV-vkm-yeNcNBnZbnd-HVHj6LL_4EI_n1en5EmqqDP9A0pYEGFfvfnvjxcODsg-BtElzTWcrcN9qSdOc8yKgsWvM1SRKbryDwYP11bl7DJ2LZfzN71dPecAKty9IWfmf9p-J/s2614/20221219_142455~2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="819" data-original-width="2614" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1pIvilconxTl8muRWVy0SWmrNdrj4FZdWkWGlmdWAgqo5kCcMTocnzV-vkm-yeNcNBnZbnd-HVHj6LL_4EI_n1en5EmqqDP9A0pYEGFfvfnvjxcODsg-BtElzTWcrcN9qSdOc8yKgsWvM1SRKbryDwYP11bl7DJ2LZfzN71dPecAKty9IWfmf9p-J/w394-h123/20221219_142455~2.jpg" width="394" /></a></div><p>Another year almost over. I remember last December, writing in expectation of a better year ahead. I anticipated a year of metaphorically needing to wear a seatbelt. My perceptions were right...I had no idea just how much of a rollercoaster 2022 would be! The Holy Spirit has been my "seatbelt" - my calm, security, protection, guide... So much has happened this year, but I am blessed to have stayed on the path set before me. There were many temptations to ignore my internal sense of direction. Situations, circumstances and attitudes...spiritual attacks against my peace, joy and hope. In the end, I am proud to say I listened to the Holy Spirit, that still, inner voice, and did not go where God did not send me, nor stay where His grace no longer covered me. </p><p>One lesson I learned, was My side of the story does not need to be told. God has my back, and that is <i>all</i> that matters. That's not an easy lesson to embrace...so I am happy that I was able to "Let go and let God" in various circumstances. My biggest challenge was to have no regrets, and for the most part, I succeeded.</p><p>I did not at all anticipate moving on from the church family I had loved and served for 8 years. Earlier this year, God made it very clear that our season there was over. It was bittersweet - leaving friends who were like family, but also moving forward in unexpected ways. Obediently letting go of the known and embracing the unknown. </p><p>For those who are wondering, we chose to leave quietly, with our pastors' blessing. We entered a new season at Planetshakers. It has been a refreshing change for us. A change we did not plan or expect, but God's plans are always the best, aren't they!</p><p>I continued with Jennifer Eivaz's Australian & New Zealand Prophetic Company. What an amazing group of people to know and experience life with! I'm excited to be attending the Seers and Dreamers Gathering in Sydney in the new year. I'm especially excited that I will finally meet in person some beautiful friends I've made through this online community.</p><p>2021 included many deaths of family and friends. I'd hoped 2022 would be different... But that was not the case. We lost clients to covid and others to covid-related circumstances. We lost more family members... and as the Commonwealth lost their 96 year old matriarch whom we felt would be with us forever, we lost our beloved 97 year old Nonna- whom we also felt would be with us forever. The worst part was Covid was her cause of death. This mighty, strong, Italian woman was overcome by a virus. I didn't get to visit her in the covid ward - I made plans to visit, but she passed away during the night before. I felt such an unusual sense of peace after her death. That was a huge encouragement to this intercessor who had invested countless hours in prayer for her. </p><p>2022... Another year of holding on to unfulfilled promises. A year of trusting in the unknown. A year of change... of rest and growth. </p><p>Another year of Covid-fatigue and uncomfortable PPE. I won't go into this - just know healthcare workers still have to work under strict Covid guidelines and regulations. Covid is real. We're still tired. 2022 added the dimensions of tragic loss & grief into my workplace.</p><p>Much more has happened on this rollercoaster of 2022. This year brought much change, but also many blessings. It was a year of changing my foundations while remaining grounded. It was a challenging year. I choose to focus on the happy moments, and look forward to seeing where this path continues into 2023, with a personal theme word: FRESH. </p><p>Happy New Year! ๐ฆ</p><p>(The photo is of our feijoa tree ๐).</p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-85478811680838130652022-11-29T17:52:00.000+11:002022-11-29T17:52:13.029+11:00November <p> I can't believe November is almost over! What a year. I had so many ideas of what to write about, but as I sit down to begin...my mind has gone blank! Almost a year ago, I took on the challenge to post monthly. I have almost completed a full year! So, I'll just leave this here, and prepare for a more interesting December post ๐ฆ</p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-3350547651855100262022-10-09T16:13:00.006+11:002023-01-11T11:07:24.232+11:00The "Golden Rule"<p> I've been pondering this topic for some time... the Golden Rule - "Treat others the way you want to be treated". </p><p>It sounds simple enough... treat others with kindness and respect. If you don't want it done to you, don't do it to others. However...in this current season, this has been quite a challenge! An assignment of sorts.</p><p>So, for me personally, the Golden Rule during the last few years has been re-phrased to, "Treat others the way you want to be treated, <b><i>not</i></b> the way they treat you!". </p><p>Seriously, this has been a tough season! Dodging so many "fiery arrows" (Ephesians 6:16). They've come from unexpected sources, and been the drive to be on guard and maintain a heart of forgiveness. That sounds easy, right? Forgiveness is not too hard when it's a one-time offense...but when you find yourself repeatedly forgiving the same offense from the same source/s, it becomes tiring... and you find yourself relying on God's grace to help you maintain a clean heart. Because it's much easier to have an unclean heart. My prayer, as previously mentioned, has been to maintain a clean heart (Psalm 51:10). Forgiving others may not change them, but it keeps my heart clean. We can't pray for others if we have offense in our heart towards them. Forgiveness is a choice. Even if we don't feel it, our decision to maintain a forgiving heart will eventually bring the feelings. </p><p>Part of my challenge is to accept that my side of the story doesn't need to be told. My story is just as valid, but God is the only validation I need. In the end, God knows all, and He is above all. My challenge is to maintain a peaceful and clean heart, because we do not fight against flesh and blood. The battle is the Lord's. (Ephesians 6:12). I want no regrets. I just want to please my Father in heaven. </p><p>I hope this encourages somebody. ๐ฆ </p><p><br /></p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-8002884717493206832022-09-24T14:47:00.002+10:002023-01-11T11:08:26.911+11:00The vast, bombarding "menu" of information <p> I'm sure I'm not the only person who has felt bombarded with information during the last few years. The problem was not necessarily that the information was bad, but there was just <i>so.much. </i>Of course, we can't forget the inundation of 'helpful' information presented, and posted by misinformed people who were often driven by fear during the last season. This post is not about that.</p><p>What I'm talking about is the vast menu of <i>good</i> information. For example, the many social media pages of Christian ministers, musicians and general quote pages. They are all good...but how many of us actually have time to pay full attention to so many posts, articles, videos, etc from so many sources?</p><p>My frustration has been other people trying to "force feed" me good "food" from a menu I have already chosen from. It's like, I have chosen a main meal, and they want me to eat the dessert or entree they have chosen <i>for</i> me. Or even a different main meal. I'm satisfied with my choice, and I don't need anything else. </p><p>There have been many pastors and ministers I've followed on social media, but over the years have unfollowed, as they no longer belonged on my journey. There is nothing wrong with them, I just stopped paying attention, which suggested I no longer needed their voice in my life. Last week, I realised I routinely ignore and scroll past a certain pastor's posts. So...I unfollowed them. Their "food" no longer sustains me. That's ok. The menu is vast, and I know many others are sustained through their "food". They are serving their purpose, and that's good. </p><p>We are all on our own journeys. There are seasons where where we will enjoy certain items from the menu, then seasons where we choose a different option. That's how we grow. Even babies need to move on from milk to solids. It's natural progression.</p><p>Sometimes it feels as though social media is a tool to force us to eat from the entire menu, when it is not only physically impossible, but mentally impossible. If it doesn't bring you growth or joy, why do you keep ordering from that section of the menu? If the dessert just sits there uneaten, maybe you should remove it? You won't enjoy it, and gluttony isn't good either, physically or spiritually. </p><p>Something I've also noticed...when you unfollow a page that no longer serves you, it opens up menu items you hadn't previously noticed! Add to that, unfollow a "Negative Nancy" and suddenly the news feed is flooded with positivity! Sometimes you discover menu items you hadn't previously considered, and they provide what you need. But...you needed to make room! </p><p>I deliberately don't tell people to watch, listen to, or read anything unless I know they are interested. I became fed up with people sending me these things, publicly and privately. Often with no explanation of why they think I should pay attention. I refuse to open a video unless the sender takes time to explain <i>why</i> they think I should. Even then, sometimes I decline. That's because I know what I want from the menu. Additionally, if I do send something to a friend myself, always with an explanation, I don't get offended if they decline. It goes both ways.</p><p>So, my questions are, What are you "eating" from the menu of information? What continues to sustain you, and what should you remove? Is there a menu item you haven't discovered because you continue to "eat" from a selection that no longer brings you joy?</p><p>Stay in your lane and enjoy your journey! ๐ฆ</p><p><i>John 6:35. "I am the bread of life..." </i></p><p><br /></p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-49530834541039063092022-08-16T21:20:00.005+10:002023-01-11T11:09:00.179+11:00Look past the obstacles <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-vIj2lojMdoQMi6YaKDxlDUdIjosSYuzkuQLuwizFC0YnHwVpnkl3IwaoxjT9xy5EwZU3eCOkAQ8IVjbcJAjVYVmzIrtQFMaxVwZRUoRTPqo9Ucx724CeTRugTl3HATnWR6uDXMGh0JwFcrJW0upXs79NXpMmVOkmOIPSVY-lDbzN8amyBthP9qCv/s4000/20220816_083844.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-vIj2lojMdoQMi6YaKDxlDUdIjosSYuzkuQLuwizFC0YnHwVpnkl3IwaoxjT9xy5EwZU3eCOkAQ8IVjbcJAjVYVmzIrtQFMaxVwZRUoRTPqo9Ucx724CeTRugTl3HATnWR6uDXMGh0JwFcrJW0upXs79NXpMmVOkmOIPSVY-lDbzN8amyBthP9qCv/s320/20220816_083844.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> This morning, as I was waiting to cross the road, I looked to my left, to this construction site. The road currently leads nowhere. My first thought was, "Who builds these paths that flood so easily!" <p></p><p>Then God interrupted, saying, "But you can cross that road, can't you? If you wanted to get to the other side, you would find a way". Then He reminded me that sometimes this is how the enemy works. He places roadblocks in our paths. It <i>looks</i> difficult to cross, but when you discern these roadblocks, <i>nothing</i> stops you from crossing! When you are on the right path, you <i>will</i> find obstacles popping up, trying to slow you down, or stop you from crossing, altogether. The water may wet your shoes, but it can't stop you from crossing, unless you give it that power.</p><p>"Small minded" people will see that water, and walk the other way. They will miss the blessing of pushing through. Not those who are secure in their God-given authority. These are the warriors who will walk through (or leap over!) that water, and then walk around the obstacles...they are undefeated by the enemy's tactics. When the path is clear, obstacles just become challenges to overcome. </p><p>Let's not be "small minded". Let's choose to always look beyond the challenges of life, and find a way. When you face an obstacle, take God's hand and allow Him to guide you through. There will <i>always</i> be a way! ๐ฆ</p><p><br /></p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-68515392813033370072022-08-05T15:45:00.005+10:002022-08-06T11:00:09.489+10:00New season, new shoes<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikUbBZFL9sYJ8S2bp4bdSPWTHi_bnWS_BdTtMJE1elpDxTZKREgYXH-myjjLv62JpKOXxe5Tp0K2HTpvhBgFaywT_r4yS7mxZ_q7K23t2w_1VPoiC-1HC-HvnCBVMs0EpU_05fHT4ZI_EBQTgTPVxR_nrI8lWv6czEmTMBXSZxUqmxzBS3L6O4rtR0/s2932/20220805_151618.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1870" data-original-width="2932" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikUbBZFL9sYJ8S2bp4bdSPWTHi_bnWS_BdTtMJE1elpDxTZKREgYXH-myjjLv62JpKOXxe5Tp0K2HTpvhBgFaywT_r4yS7mxZ_q7K23t2w_1VPoiC-1HC-HvnCBVMs0EpU_05fHT4ZI_EBQTgTPVxR_nrI8lWv6czEmTMBXSZxUqmxzBS3L6O4rtR0/s320/20220805_151618.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />I recently resumed catching the train to work, after almost a year of driving. I missed the exercise, but discovered my "walking" work shoes were well past their expiry date. So, I replaced them, and the new pair are sooooo much more supportive (& clean!). <p></p><p>Seeing my 2 pairs of shoes together, I was reminded of the changing seasons in life- we have begun a new season, and it is clear the old season was "well worn". It was full of good things - growth, struggles, joys. Good friendships and investing our gifts to our church. But, like the shoes, the season had an expiry point. These old shoes are well-worn. They have scratches & holes that let the water in when it rains. Their support has worn, meaning I could inflame an old achilles injury, with continued use. They are no longer useful for the current season. We need new "tools" for a fresh purpose. </p><p>The new shoes not only look better, but feel better. They are well-suited for the current season. We would be silly to try to carry last season's "tools" into the new season. Sometimes we just need a small confirmation of the new in our lives. New shoes mean new purpose, a new journey. Moving forward, progressing, and not falling down or returning to the past- seriously, who would want to wear old shoes when you have new ones? </p><p>I would love to wear prettier shoes to work, but I am blessed with a practical job, and these shoes are "fit for purpose". </p><p>The old, worn shoes represent a good, full and active season. They fulfilled their purpose. It's now time to leave them behind and enjoy this new journey! ๐ฆ</p><p><i>โForget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing!" ~Isaiah 43:18โญ-โฌ19a NIV</i></p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-60372078645987024982022-07-31T19:16:00.009+10:002022-07-31T19:32:28.378+10:00Blessings everywhere!<p>This morning while in church, God gave me the sudden realisation that even though I've been feeling in the middle of a slow whirlwind, surviving, coping, choosing joy, standing... SO MANY good things have been happening too. I was reminded of the bible verse, Amos 9:13: </p><p><b></b></p><blockquote><b>โThings are going to happen so fast your head will swim, one thing fast on the heels of the other. You wonโt be able to keep up. </b>Everything will be happening at onceโand everywhere you look, blessings! Blessings like wine pouring off the mountains and hills..." Amos 9:13 MSG. (Emphasis mine).</blockquote><p></p><p>People have been prophesying this during the year, but I didn't realise this new season has brought this kind of action to <i>my</i> life! </p><p>I didn't relate to not being able to keep up. Suddenly, things are changing, happening, <span></span>moving! We have moved. We didn't expect, or plan this new season to begin in a new church family. However, this one act of obedience triggered the beginning of the breakthroughs. Things <i>are</i> happening fast! The whirlwind is receding. New joys are coming, my heart is refreshed. Warfare has picked up, but that makes sense! We are in a joyful, new season. </p><p>I also had a dream last night that really surprised me! Previously, I've talked about doors to friendships that God has locked. I still trust Him with the keys. I dreamed that one door is no longer locked. I'll be honest, the door was locked about 20 years ago, and I was led into an inner healing journey- which changed my life in amazing ways. But that door needed to be locked. I learned about soul ties. The person on the other side did try to initiate communication various times, and my mentors in their wise, motherly wisdom, strongly reminded me the door needed to stay closed. It was tough. That person would not know how hard it was for me to not engage, to not open the door even just a crack... it took strength & courage to trust God with that door. They probably thought I was heartless & uncaring, which is hard not to be able to defend. The truth is, I <i>did</i> care- which was why it was initially so hard to trust the door to stay locked. Yes, that person deeply hurt me, but I forgave them long ago. I won't go out of my way to open the door, but knowing it is no longer locked is a strange feeling. I did not see this coming! </p><p>My heart is in anticipation for what is coming. Doors have closed, but new doors have opened! 2022 has not been the year we expected, but now we are running with this new season of blessings! ๐ฆ</p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-34376903087464000702022-07-30T17:55:00.004+10:002022-07-30T21:41:25.924+10:00Mid-year Musings about Covid<p>It is almost the end of July, and I haven't felt an urge to post about anything in particular. I think it's because my mind has been so full... Much of this last month has been exhausting, emotionally & mentally. I haven't been able to keep up with things important to me, and it frustrates me! </p><p>So, we are halfway through 2022. My world is very different to how it was at the beginning of this year. I have experienced so many changes. I have seen first-hand the reality of Covid on loved ones and people in my care.</p><p>Like many healthcare workers, I am frustrated by the lack of care and complacency towards Covid. I recently began catching the train to work, after almost a year of driving. I stopped taking public transport because of the blatant disregard of 90% of passengers towards covid safety. I missed the walking, and didn't like the work carpark. So again, I stand out for following the rules. Yes- RULES. I hate standing out for doing what is mandatory for all. But Covid is REAL, so I will continue to keep myself (and others) as safe as I can. I stand by my own convictions. </p><p>Covid-safe practices do not end when I finish a shift. I don't finish work then throw caution to the wind. EVERY waking moment, I am aware of how my actions or inactions can impact on others- and their lives. Therefore, I choose to accept the ridicule for taking lives seriously. I know 2 vulnerable people who have died this year from Covid. One was my 97 year old Nonna (grandma). Her age was amazing. She was a very strong woman who lived a full life. But Covid is not the way we expected her life to end. The other person could have survived, but <i>chose</i> to die. 2 people who could still be with us- if others did the right thing. </p><p>So, please help healthcare workers to stay safe, and reduce their workload. The work is already exhausting, then added PPE & Covid-safe practices add to the load. I don't work in a hospital, but I can tell you the extra PPE is very uncomfortable. Especially the plastic gowns that don't breathe- some days our clothes are damp, and exposed skin (eg, arms) is covered in sweat beads/moisture after removing the gowns. It's a yucky feeling. BUT we persist because our hearts are for the valuable, vulnerable people in our care.</p><p>The general public <i><u>expects</u></i> healthcare workers to keep them safe, and take care of them if they end up in hospital. But who is looking out for the healthcare workers? I hope you, the reader are part of that group who does.</p><p>Let's continue to keep each other safe and respected. Every life matters. ๐ฆ</p><p><br /></p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436391787025304389.post-25616475757166788332022-06-08T22:08:00.001+10:002022-06-09T16:19:49.983+10:00Changing seasons <p><span style="color: #800180;">Sometimes in life, you find yourself in a place that doesn't really make sense... everything leading up to that point was good, yet you find yourself at the end of a path you didn't see coming. </span></p><p><span style="color: #800180;">It's like you were walking along a mountain path, faithfully following that path up/around the mountain. Suddenly you find yourself on a platform. The path has ended and it's time to stop and look at the view- how far you have walked along this path. Who you travelled with, who is still travelling with you... Then you look up and ask, "Where do I go now? I thought there was much more of this path to travel? What about the promises and opportunities?" </span></p><p><span style="color: #800180;">The clear answer is, "You have walked as far as I had intended for you. It's time to rest before I reveal the new path. The promises were never for THIS path. The journey was necessary, but the promises are for the next season. You couldn't travel this new season without first travelling the path that has now ended".</span></p><p><span style="color: #800180;">It's a new season. The path was amazing, yet had an expiry point. There is no joy in remaining in a season, or on a path you no longer have the grace for. Life is full of surprises. There comes a time where staying in a comfort zone brings little comfort. You need to move on. Let go of your expectations of that season and travel the new path in faith. </span></p><p><span style="color: #800180;">Facing a new season can be daunting, but your heart knows it's time. In order to enjoy the future, you must let go of the past. ๐ฆ</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><i>"See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland". ~Isaiah 43:19 NIV</i></span></p>Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035197682238820256noreply@blogger.com0