Tuesday, 19 May
Hello again. I thought I would change my photo, after my sister's comment that the previous one made me look like "a sad old lady"! And there I was, fondly imagining it made me look wise and serene. 🙃
I've used a picture of me and Kev, my lovely hubby, on what might well be the last foreign holiday we have in quite a time. We went to Ibiza last June with both my sisters and their husbands, and a good time was had by all.
The weeks soon go round, and here we are at Tuesday again! As always, Kev and I have had a lovely weekend. We have stayed reasonably local, as don't want to take too many risks, but we have managed two good canal walks. We were fortunate enough to see lots of ducklings and two goslings - so cute!
Our church (Bridgewater Baptist, Eccles) is still doing the online services each week, along with short Bible studies on Tuesdays and Thursdays. This gives a bit of structure to our week, and we always feel uplifted and encouraged after listening to our pastor Andrew's message. Last Sunday, Andrew suggested that we might want to share our testimony - that is, the story of how we became Christians. I remember referring to my story briefly in my first blog, so have decided to give my testimony in instalments. Bite-sized pieces, so I don't send you to sleep. 🤩
To give a bit of background, I was very fortunate to have a lovely mum who not only believed in, but trusted in, Jesus Christ. She taught us all about God, answering questions in the best way she could, eg "Mum, if God made everything in the world, who made God?" As I remember, that particular question must have phased her because she said, "Oh, I don't know - I don't know everything, you know!" She did teach us to say our prayers every night before we went to sleep and I became accustomed to prayer at a very early age; it just felt natural. Mum had gone to our local church from being a child but didn't actually attend, once we came along - I never really knew why - but she was determined that her kids (five of us) would be brought up in the Lord.
Consequently, we were all expected to attend Sunday School each week. I did enjoy some of this, and remember our lovely teacher, June. Some of my friends went there, too, so that was fine. Each Thursday, the church ran a group for young people, called Christian Endeavour, and we went along to that most weeks. I remember singing 'choruses', as they were called, such as: "Only a boy called David", with lots of actions, making it quite fun for kids. We also had a chain prayer, where each person was expected to say a few words when it was their turn. I also attended Bible study lessons and took part in a Scripture competition each year, one of which I won, with the impressive score of 94%.
The Christmas Carol service was much anticipated by me and my sister. Mince pies, coated with icing sugar, were provided, along with milky coffee, a real treat for us. We enjoyed singing the carols, of course, but I have to confess that the main attraction was the goodies!
Our church also held barn dances, with tattie pie and peas suppers. We celebrated Walking Day in May, when Mum would get into debt with the 'catalogue' to buy our new walking outfits - coats, dresses and shoes. How proud we felt, moving along in the procession, displaying our new feathers!
When we were still quite young, Mum arranged for the four eldest kids (I am the eldest) to be 'dedicated'. This entails enlisting the church congregation's help in keeping children on the right path in dedicating the children to the Lord.
So, as far back as I can remember, I have always believed in God. Mum would remind us that the Lord could see everything we did, hear everything we said, and even read our thoughts. I found this quite scary - still do, at times, in fact! If you have read this far, you might well be forgiven for assuming that I have been a Christian all my life. Sadly, this isn't the case. At the ripe old age of 14, I turned my back on God, as I wanted to live my life my own way - and how I regret that decision, now! I turned back to God nine years ago and will tell you more about that later.
In the meantime, as always, please remember God loves you and is waiting for you to turn your life over to Him. Don't be like me, regretting not doing it sooner - but, hey, better late than never!