So today is our last day in the apartment we have been living in for the last 3 months, we are busy doing the last bits of packing and cleaning.
Looking back I can get a glimpse of the Masters tapestry and how He weaves every situation out perfectly.
Whilst here we have been able to spend quality and precious time with my Nanna who has just been promoted to glory last Friday afternoon at the age of 96.
Here is a short description of my Nanna's testimony (in pink, her favourite color) -
There was a certain lady in England called Mrs Williamson who was a spirit filled Christian. God had spoken to her and called her to move to Australia where there was a wee lamb whom she was to share the gospel with.
For twelve months Mrs Williamson shared the good news of Jesus Christ with Nanna and after that she knew that it was time to leave Nanna alone.
In the mean time Nanna had had enough of listening to Mrs Williamson and one evening after putting all six children to bed, she was sitting in the lounge on her own staring into the open fire place, smoking a cigarette and thinking ‘I’m either going to go mad or bad’.
Then she thought, if what this woman has been sharing is true Lord, and then all of a sudden Nanna had a revelation about all that she had heard and felt an incredible peace come all over her.
That evening as Nanna was in her bedroom she felt the hand of Jesus literally on her shoulder and He said “Violet, Violet, be still and know that I’m God”.
I'm eternally grateful to my Nanna for answering the call of Jesus that day in her house and for all the prayers that followed.
Prayer is what moves the hand of God.