From Shadow to Shadow.
So a chapter finally closes after three years for another one to be written. My final blog on Martin’s Perspective’s page. It has been an amazing roller coaster ride of ups and downs, of discovery and rediscovery, of hope and pain, of disconnection, reconnection and fresh connections. But I just felt the time was right to step out of Martin’s shadow. Not that it was a bad place to be, it was the complete opposite, a place of safety and security where I could have lived and dwelt and continued to write forever, but there must be a time for stepping out, for stretching, for adventure into the unknown and unbeaten path. Space needs to be made for other’s with equally valid stories, because it emerges there are many, and with this step it gives space on Martin’s page and the creation of a space on my own page. But I do so with trepidation. It is great writing such honest, questioning blogs when you feel there is someone watching out for you, which Martin may or may not have done all the time, but to walk in risk when there is no one to bounce off is scary. Yet it is all in the growing up. I never felt I was answerable to Martin as he never questioned anything, but to have someone of relationship believing in you is a strength in itself. So with all this in mind and the journey continuing I step out of one shadow and straight into another.
The Traveller’s Rest Buried and Reborn.
For a long time I was going to call the new blog page The Traveller’s Rest for continuation, so people had something that they would relate to, but another theme kept creeping up on me, the one of shadows. The sense that I was coming out of Martin’s shadow and yet writing from a place of shadows. That in the Scriptures there are literal uses of the word shadow that bring signs and healing (2 Kings 20:9-11 and Acts 5:15), the shadow is also a reference to a place of shelter (Psalm 17:8) and it speaks of something that is to come, a type or foreshadow (Colossians 2:17, Hebrews 8:5), plus as Justin Abraham said in a conversation it sounds ‘kinda spooky’. There is also the sense that while living as children of Light we continually in all things live in the place of His shadow. That is why the new blog page will be called ‘Out of the Shadows’. A place where story, life, reality, journey all collide under His safe covering. A place to hear other voices from the shadows other than my own. Over this past three years I have been privileged to build links and relationships with people walking the story in their own way. I want to give opportunity for some of these stories to be heard or at least part of these stories shared. The marginalised, the wanderers, the wild goose chasers, the thinkers, the prayers, the prophetic path walkers, the desert dwellers, the cave men and women, the deconstructors and the constructors, those with a small whisper voice and the voiceless, may this become a safe place to sound off with stuff and journey that may even make my hair turn grey(er). A place where dots can be joined to create a bigger, clearer picture of what God is doing. We all only see in part, but as we share together… Yet from Out of the Shadows the Traveller’s Rest will get a rebirth every Thursday for now so that regular readers will get that continuity of my own story. Thank you for the kind messages that have been posted on here and Facebook, for those taking this journey with me. Do not expect a web page with lots of flash, I am learning as I go, but is that not a picture of the journey itself. We are all learners in this walk of life.
To Humbly Go Where I Have Never Been Before.
The journey never ends and that is why the story continues. For those who will leave the crossing of the paths with my blog page, it has been my privilege to share with you at this juncture. Thank you for taking the time to read these ramblings. I continue to be amazed and humbled that anyone would want to read these thoughts, but so blessed that so many have found something of resonation. Life long, eternal connections have been made through these pages, and for myself that has been a lifeline at times, to realise that I am not alone, although sometimes alone. That it is okay to walk where I am walking and not living the life of a backslider or the antichrist (although can be treated like that at times by some people). That it is fine to live outside the church as construct and find sustenance and life there. That deserts can be turned into places of pools. That I can walk through the valley of the shadow because where I am, He is all the more. So I humbly continue to walk where I have never been before. Sometimes in this virgin soil I spot His footprints, sometimes even my own, but I keep walking. Watching, looking for signs or just the whisper on the wind. Other times there will be silence, stillness, and it is here He is also. Not always comforting but always with the Comforter. Living in the slipstream of the Wild Goose. So this may be farewell from here, but there will always be a welcome over there for those that want to continue to follow the meanderings of an Asda night shift worker, a walker in grace and a lover of adventure and the Adventurer. To be continued… http://pleader05.wordpress.com/
My friend Andrew Butcher wrote this quote on his Facebook page today. A sign? Well God does keep butting in .
“If we live beneath the shadow of the Tree, so blood-red, our trials will be transformed into triumphs…” (Herbert Lockyer)