21.12.22: Blissful warmth

Context: After the best night’s sleep for as long as I can remember, I woke yesterday morning, blissfully warm in bed, with plenty of time to pray – in fact, time seemed to stand still whilst I was praying, to my amazement. Then today’s blog came to me:

I trust in You, O LORD; I say, “You are my God” (Psalm 31:14; NKJV). 

God: my blissful warmth;
My raging fire.

God: my gentle glow;
My blinding light.

God: my still, small voice;
My inner tumult.

God: my brightest day –
And darkest night.

Moses approached the thick darkness where God was (Exodus 20:21; NLY).


God is a consuming fire (Deuteronomy 4:24; NIV).

God is light (1 John 1:5; NLT).

As he was approaching Damascus on this mission, a light from heaven suddenly shone down around him. He fell to the ground and heard a voice saying to him, “Saul! Saul! Why are you persecuting me?” “Who are you, lord?” Saul asked. And the voice replied, “I am Jesus, the one you are persecuting!” (Acts 9:3-5; NLT). 

After the fire came a still small voice (1 Kings 19:12; BSB). 

Our God approaches, and he is not silent. Fire devours everything in his way, and a great storm rages around him (Psalm 50:3; NLT). 

For you who fear my name, the Sun of Righteousness will rise with healing in his wings (Malachi 4:2; NLT).

Jesus’ appearance was transformed so that his face shone like the sun, and his clothes became as white as light (Matthew 7:2; NLT).

The Rosary Hospital 

Today the first little rosary parcels were posted out, and more were wrapped. I’ve been working in the sitting room so far, with all the rosary parts in trays, dotted around on the furniture, and my tools on the window-sill. This looks very untidy, and makes the room hard to clean.

So I’m planning to turn one corner of our living area into a work-station with a lower visual impact. Plus, there is a narrow bit of wall close by where completed rosaries can hang from little hooks, ready for packing. Organisation seems to be key to staying on top of my enterprise!

Today’s work in progress, on the window-sill.

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