Monthly Archives: January 2013

In pursuit of a Saviour

I watch people. Always have. Enjoy it immensely. My husband will always give me the most open seat in a restaurant or wherever we are, because he is aware of my love for people-watching. I love their interactions, their facial expressions when no-one is watching (or so they think), I love trying to guess who they are and what their history is.
I suppose my love for people watching got watered when I was training to be an actor. It was a requirement that we studied people. We were even graded on how we could mimic a person we had watched, and be able to put over not just the right walking position, but their ‘aura’, mood, facial expressions, gestures. Everything.
One thing that I notice the most in people is their constant pursuit for a saviour. Whether it is through beauty, money, career, relationships, religion, music, sport etc people are always on the whole, in pursuit of something that will take them to a place better than they are at that moment. In the end, most of it seems futile. Though I have met a few people that seem comfortable in their own skin. And a couple of people who seem to have ended the pursuit and just are.

They are the ones that rather than being in pursuit of a saviour (whatever their fetish of whoever or whatever), instead were keenly aware of the Saviour in pursuit of them.

These people, were like a young person in love. Except without the insecurity. They are like an Olympian who has won gold.

That Saviour has pursued me, and won. He has wooed me and called me in to drink of his Living Water, He refreshes my soul, He quenches my thirst and my longings. He makes me all I was created to be, and yet loves me when I don’t quite make the cut. He loves me, He loves me, He loves me.

He pursues everyone of us, and is extremely fond of all His creation, but He is a fiercely jealous lover/Saviour. He will not share us with anybody or anything. He wants us completely. And in that He asks us to lay down our own wants and desires, which goes against everything this independent woman has stood for, but I can’t help myself. His love is overwhelming, it pursues me with such passion that I am hopeless to resist and gladly allow my Pursuer to not only pursue but take over me. Consume me. Transform me.

He calls you in too. He woos you. He desires you. His name is Jesus, and He calls you by Name to come and dance with Him. To enter into the most fulfilling love story that has ever been told. The choice, my friend, is up to you.

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Tribute to Marlene

Marlene and her niece Marlene

Marlene and her niece Marlene

Marlene ready for her birthday trip to the Pizza house

Marlene ready for her birthday trip to the Pizza house

A few weeks back a lady shared with me a vision she had. I knew then, that her time was short here on earth, but that she was going to a far better place… A few of you might have read a part of this on Facebook, but let me recap:

Was just talking with a lady this evening who was on her death bed and she said she saw a large angel standing in the doorway and she was picked up by a man she recognised as Jesus. She was taken during this vision, to ICU where she saw her body lying on the bed. All around her were people singing praises. Next thing she knew she was back in her body and looking up at the doctor and nurse and said she wanted to go back to her home. She said ‘you know my heart’s no good, my kidney they no good either, and my leg and my arm, but one day it’ll be alright. I love Him, that Jesus and he love me proper good one’. I don’t think it’s long til she goes for good to see her Friend Jesus and be reunited with loved ones, I see no more fear in her… though, she could suprise us and live another 10 years… just nice Jesus gave her that glimpse of no more pain, and no more sorrow.

On the 25th December, Christmas Day, she had her last day on this earth. She had a lovely day. She was surrounded by family, her absolute delight. She had children around her (she called the sound of children ‘music’:-) ) then in the afternoon she asked to be wheeled down into the Todd River bed (dry of course) and she had a massive heart attack and passed away.

I had seen her two days before, and she was the happiest and most peaceful I had seen her in a while. She was busy practising a song to sing at church. Well she can sing it with an awful big choir now!

Marlene made a huge impact on our family’s life. She was the one that gave my youngest boy the name Maku which means white edible grub(witchetty grub)- because of his pale skin. She loved him and he adored her. He would pray for her every night “please heal Marlene’s leg”. One day when she was in hospital our second boy went in to visit her and taught her how to play the card game ‘fish’, she loved it. I think she wouldn’t have cared what he taught her, just that he was showing her special attention and laughing with her.

We took her out on her birthday and went to a restaurant and had pizza. She was so delighted. She thought everyone had forgotten her birthday.

Another family and ours went to the hostel where she spent her last days and sung Christmas Carols with her and her mother. I felt like it was one of the most important “concerts” we have ever been a part of, even if it was our smallest audience. I felt the presence of God around and renewed my sense, that this is what it’s all about- the ones, not the crowds.

She always said that my mum and I were like beautiful roses, always make her heart feel joy.

She was firey as anything and sometimes when I would come to visit it would take a while for her to calm down, but as I listened she would quieten, and then when she was finished she would ask me to put some worship music on for her. A highlight for her was when some of the Stirling team came up to meet her and sung acapella for her when she was in hospital, she sung in return to them in language.

I loved Marlene. She was a treasured friend, and she called us her family. “You mob are my family now”. I will miss her greatly, but as Zion said when we told him, “well now she will have both her legs and she will be able to run”!

Marlene loved Jesus. She had pictures up of Him all over her place, and now she gets to be with Him, all day, everyday.

Marlene knew at least five languages, had spent some of her life in Haas Bluff, Ntaria, Papunya and Alice Springs as well as other places. She had many brothers and sisters but a few of them she hasn’t seen since they were taken away when she was young she’d say “you know, they were the light skin ones hey”. Her first husband passed away in Hermansburg and then she lived in Papunya. She loved shopping and was hoping we were going to take a trip to Adelaide to shop 🙂 my sort of lady! She loved to be outside, and loved music. She would sing up the front at church sometimes.

Tonight was her memorial service. We sung At Home with Thee in Pitjantjara and Ngaanytjara. It was so moving.

She will be missed. Please pray for her niece who was her carer as she is taking it quite hard. She has cared for her for a long time, was brought up by her and is her namesake.

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