Seeing rejection for what it is

REPENT FOR OWNING THE REJECTION OF OTHERS

Rejections will always happen, but we do not have to own them and welcome them into our core personality. We can hold them at a scientific distance, analyze and learn from them, then release them back into nothingness. Whether we owned these rejections as innocent children or as foolish adults, we need to repent specifically and verbally reject them from our identity in the name of the Lord Jesus. Owning rejection is owning an idol. (Junior de Souza)

Life in suburbia

Well, after being in the UK for 7 months, i finally have the vision to write again.
Often in the mornings or evenings I can relate to Gerald Durrall who wrote about all his small daily adventures while living on a Greek island as a child. Each day seems to be filled with small interesting and often inconsequential events that make up what we call life. I though I might be involved in working with some 'rough diamonds', but once again, I am on the lathe, have all my edges being refined.

Peter and I are trusting every day for God to place us on the spiritual and natural territory that He has for us, while exploring all options.
The court hearing date is early September in Zimbabwe, where we hope to hear that his land and home will be returned to him, after being illegally lived in for many years.
Sharayah has 3 weeks left at home before returning to Uni in Wales.
So far my missions journey this year has nearly killed me, which is exactly what it is meant to do, so I guess I am pretty much on track. More on that later.

Yesterday we met an Indian lady who gave us a contact for fresh homemade samoosa's.
Last night a Tibetan monk we met on the street called Peter. He teaches Buddhism at the local university. He said, "You pray Buddha?"
Peter answered, "We pray Jesus. We can introduce you to Him". He didn't seem to have a problem with that.
Everyday there are opportunities to share, although it seems to be a season of watering, as apposed to harvesting.
Today we are having lunch with an ex-pastor who is Wheel-chair bound, and his wife.
I am aware of the importance of being fed every day with fresh daily manna, lest our spirits shrivel and become deformed.

I am in the middle of suburbia with a farmer, so it is quite understandable that there are tomato plants growing on the lounge window sill, not so? There is steady photosynthesis and watering taking place everyday, and so it must be with us too, in order that we bear fruit and be pleasing to the Great I AM. John 6:35-bread of life, John 15:5-much fruit