March 26th – Debbie Bloomfield

Dear Friends,

As many of you know I have the joy of being a mum to three girls, Megan, Mollie and Annie. It’s been a real blessing that, as part of the church family here at Christ Church, there has been a constant flow of people showing interest in them and praying for them.   There have been very significant highs and lows for each of them over the years and I can’t thank this amazing church family enough for the support we have had along the journey.

As so often in the past, someone asked me a little while ago how they were all doing and I found myself hesitating, somewhat unbelievingly, before saying, “Actually they’re all in really good shape at the moment!” It felt almost too good to be true but how my heart flipped with joy at the realization.

Motherhood – and for that matter fatherhood, grandparenthood and friendship – are all marked by times of joy and sorrow as we support those we love and I was struck by how our heavenly Father too must weep with despair and whoop with gladness as we find our way through life.

As you read this you may feel full of joy, in a time of blessing and be able to sing with the psalmist: “I will praise you, O Lord with all my heart: I will tell of all your wonders. I will be glad and rejoice in you: I will sing praise to your name, O Most High” (Psalm 9). Or maybe the words of Psalm 69 feel more in tune with how you’re feeling: “Save me, O God, for the waters have come up to my neck.” However you feel at the moment, whatever your emotions tell you about how you’re doing, God is our gracious and endlessly loving Father and his passionate care for us is unchanging.

father-and-sonI wonder if you have recently sat and read the scripture on the archway in church: ‘“I will be a Father to you, and you will be my sons and daughters” says the Lord.’ (2 Corinthians 6:18)?

 I pray today that each one of us might grow in understanding of just what this amazing scripture means, that we have God as our heavenly parent, loving us through the joys and sorrows, the whoops and the tears, no matter what!

With love—Debbie