I've prayed some more, and I feel more peaceful. Whatever happens to my little Boo isn't in my hands. He seems better now, he is sleeping peacefully all cuddled up in a blanket. I don't think he is out of the wood yet, and I admit, he is in such a deep sleep that I am concerned he could be unconscious. I accidentally let his head slip so he was hanging upside down, and he didnt wake up! But like I said, its not in my hands.

But, I have a question, and I can't find the answer to it. Is it in Gods hands?

I don't mean is it something God has control over, because of course He is Lord over everything. Just, what my primary school teacher said about praying for animals is sticking in my head. What I'm really asking is, does God care about animals? And I don't mean that in the crazy vegetarian nature worshiping environmentalist kind of way. I think God wants us to save souls more than He wants us to save the whales/ trees/ chipmunks/ earthworms. But does he care about them? Does it matter if we pray for them? Should we pray for them? Or is it too worldly?

Some photos of the poor wee thing (please excuse my messy desk, I can only blame some of it on the ferrets :P)

I had the most amazing experience on Saturday. Recently I've been praying for God's guidance on some questions that I feel are just too big for me to see the answers for. I've been caught up in them, and struggling a bit, because I've felt like there is no one around here I could turn to for guidance. Until Saturday!!

Well, on Saturday afternoon I walked down to the bus stop and waited for the bus. On the weekends, the buses only come once an hour, and there is a lot of variance in the time they can come, so you have to be there early, just in case the bus is early. If you miss it, you have to wait at least another hour.
Anyway, as I stood at the bus stop, it began to rain. Really, really heavily. When I started walking, it hadn't raining, so I was dressed in my summer clothes and I very quickly got soaked. And then the rain intensified, and I just felt miserable. Overwhelmed by the rain, by the lateness of the bus (because I needed to be somewhere at 6, and it was already 5.40), and by these questions I've been struggling with. For the first time I just truly surrendered to God, and said "Lord. I need some help."

The first amazing thing was that the rain stopped. I could still see it on the hills a little further off, but all around me was dry. The second amazing thing was that a lady pulled up, stopped her car in front of me and wound down her window, and asked me where I was going. I told her, and she said she was heading that way and would I like a lift. Now, I have never accepted a lift with a stranger before (and she had never offered one before either) but I felt it was God's will that I get in the car. So I did, and we began conversing, which was when the third amazing thing happened. It turns out that she was a Christian lady who had had 7 children, and she made some comments off hand that related to the issues I've been praying for guidance on. By this stage, I knew these happenings weren't a coincidence, so I poured out my troubles, and she offered me some very wise advice, and by the time our 20 minute drive was up, I left her car feeling as though a great burden had been lifted from my shoulders.

How great is our God! That He knows our troubles, and He cares for us so tenderly. I'd love to be able to express better how this experience has affected me, but I can't! Its the first time I've really felt God's hand at work in my life. If anything, I feel so humbled that he cared enough about me, and my little prayer of "not-being-able-to-cope" when I didn't even know what I was praying for, except His help. And He gave it. In such a perfect way, so that I received aid in all the areas that I needed it. As you might be able to tell, I'm a little moved by the experience! Thanks be to God!


"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths." (Proverbs 3:5)

I had another blog, but I didn't like the name, so I chose this one. This was the only post I'd done, so I thought I'd move it over here, because I now find this story pretty funny. Even if it wasn't at the time!

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An Old Irish Blessing

As I was setting up this blog, I had (yet another) insight into how the Lord keeps me in the palm of His hand. I was making breakfast, and I moved the pan off the stove to put the bacon and eggs in, and somehow I tipped the oil from the pan all over the stove. And it went WHOOSH! As panic gripped me, and I mentally screamed HELP, whilst frantically trying to remember the Australian fire brigade number (000), the flames started to drop, and I was able to dart in and turn off the stove. As soon as that happened, the flames pretty much went out. The day was saved, I flopped onto the sofa with trembling legs, and thought about the merits of getting a fire blanket.

I am very accident prone, and this seems to be made worse whenever we hold a party. The first party we held, I had an allergic reaction to chilli and my hand swelled up. The second party, I shorted out the house (twice) and stabbed myself in the hand. The most recent dinner party we held, involved the blender regurgitating its contents all over the kitchen. And well, today I came just short burning down the house. And there are a plethora of other incidents that I can't recall right now where accidents have happened, but I've never been seriously hurt. Having the kind of experience I just had just makes me want to praise Him so much, for I am so thankfully for the ways He works in my life, for the many blessings that I have been given, and for the way He has sheltered me.