A Well Watered Garden

It is over six months that I started this journey on my blog. And this past month I hit a bend in the road. It seemed like I was going nowhere - like the journey had somehow stopped abruptly. My husband, the most solid dependable person in my life, had been hit by a strange malady (for want of a better word). The doctors had no answers. I did the only thing that I know to do best, or so I thought - I prayed without ceasing. God showed us His power and grace by healing him and I rejoiced, but after a few days it came back. This is when I found myself at that bend. I pleaded with God, questioned Him, wept, bargained, made promises...Nothing happened and the bend seemed a dead end. The road got hard and bumpy. It seemed like the joy had left our home. This is when I began to take a hard look at my faith. How do I respond when God does not answer my prayers the way I want them? Why is it so much easier to say He is good when things are going my way? When I realised that I was running o

This past week we received the sad news of the passing of Joyce. One of the toughest things of leaving your home country and all your near and dear ones, has to be when they pass on, and you are not at the funeral service. It seems so unreal and there is no closure. The memory that remains is the last time you saw them, and you somehow expect to meet them again. It always hits me hard when I go back and they are not there - the grieving seems to begin then. Joyce, technically Aunty Joyce, came into my life when I first got married 28 years ago. Our relationship started rocky and quickly cleared up to be one of great joy and love. She always welcomed us into her home. Joyce had a great passion for kids. She loved our kids. She bought them gifts and had a toy box for them to play with on our many visits. And in turn our kids loved her. Going over to visit was always greeted with great excitement. In addition to her fabulous hospitality, one of the strong memories I have of her was her