Time for Tea

May has been a messy month. Lots of irritations, sicknesses and hindrances, one after the other – not life altering but those stresses that play tag and all merge into one, piling on one another. Wearing – you know?

Moan over.

I have enjoyed the last few days of UK sunshine – through facebook.

Lovely posts of celebration, Olympic torches, Eurovision comedy, and bluebells, ice cream and Jubilee fever.

I have missed home.

My highlight of this week, actually – I have a two, one is finding Madonna’s new perfume and loving it.

It’s called ‘Truth or Dare’ try it and tell me it doesn’t remind you of… something.

My BIG highlight was being asked to speak at our women’s multi-generational tea. An event organized by some great women in our church. 220 women dressed up fancy, sipping cups of tea from fine bone china, pinky in position.

The pressure was on – how do you hold a teacup Michelle?

Is it scones or scons?

Where is your fascinator?

I’m not sure they understood when I said “I dow know bab, ah’m from up the Lye”

I enjoyed being in a candlelit room with the over 90’s and the under 20’s – with a whole host in between.

The grads and great Grandmas – all sharing some life.

All running the same race, many bearing scars. Running can take its toll.

I got up to the mic shared some life stories.

Because life stories are good and real.

Life stories help people to connect and let down their guard.

God’s faithfulness was the theme. As you know I have an abundance of examples of God’s faithfulness in my life and the life of my family.

I trust that God took my words and did what He does best with them.

Blesses, heals, delivers, transforms.

I was reading about the power of story in this article in Psychology Today.

…’I thought I knew the trouble that Bethany Hamilton faced. I had first heard of her on Halloween 2003, when I was in Kauai, Hawaii. The then-13-year-old, the daughter and sister of surfers, had been winning surfing contests since the age of 8 and was on her way to becoming a world champion. Practicing that morning, she paused for a moment with her left arm dangling in the water. In seconds, a 14-foot tiger shark ripped off the arm just below her shoulder. Friends frantically paddled her, hemorrhaging profusely, to shore, crafted a tourniquet out of a surfboard leash, and rushed her to the hospital. A few weeks later, she was back on her board, teaching herself how to surf with one arm. Months later, she was winning championships again and, aiming for the grand prize, earned a spot on the U.S. National Surfing Team.

I thought the kid probably had a lot of grit. But that was the last I thought of her until 2009, when producer David Tice came knocking on my door to sell me on a small independent film to be based on Hamilton’s autobiography, Soul Surfer. Tice talked numbers and budgets. I was unmoved. Nobody says, “Hey, let’s go down to the AMC theater, I hear there’s a film there that came in on budget.” I passed on the project.

Then one afternoon, Hamilton herself showed up on my doorstep in Kauai. Dressed in a sleeveless top, with no prosthetic arm, she seemed shockingly at ease. I asked where her self-confidence came from. She said, “The shark may have eaten my arm but I was determined it was not going to devour my dream.” She credited her faith for getting her through.

“And now I see the bigger purpose for my life,” she told me.

“To realize your dream to become a surfing champion?” I asked.

“No, my purpose from God,” the girl explained. “To help others know God’s love. I want my story to inspire others to never give up, no matter what. That’s why I hope this movie gets made.”

We know the success of this movie – this story and the influence Bethany Hamilton’s life has had, especially for teens.

Soul Surfer (film)
Soul Surfer (film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A verse I shared at the tea was Jeremiah 1:5, it says this ‘Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, 
 before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.” “But Lord,” I said, “I do not know how to speak; I am too young” But the Lord said to me, “Do not say, ‘I am too young.’ You must go to everyone I send you to and say whatever I command you. Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you and will rescue you,” declares the Lord.

Jeremiah is called as a prophet. He says I am too young.

What about you? Do you offer an excuse to God who is calling you?

But Lord, I’m too young,

I’m not young,

I’m too stressed,

I’m too busy,

I’m too scared…

But Lord, Canada is so far…

The Lord said. DO NOT SAY

_________ fill in your own blank.


My favorite verse of this week is Psalm 36 in the Message bible:

God’s love is meteoric, his loyalty astronomic,

His purpose titanic, his verdicts oceanic.

Yet in his largeness nothing gets lost;

Not a man, not a mouse, slips through the cracks.

How exquisite your love, O God!

And for this week…whether you find yourself in chaos or harmony,

I pray you know His exquisite love.

It’s Pentecost Sunday, make yourself a cuppa, click here and enjoy.

Michelle x

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