Fullness of Joy

Ps.16:11 "...In Your presence there is fullness of joy;..."NKJV

20 November 2000

An enormous amount has happened to me since I returned from Toronto. I am now awoken every morning between 2.40am and 2.50am (no alarm clock) to spend time with the Lord. This is a continuation of what started in Toronto. There has been much healing, much repentance, lots of prayer and worship and these times are now very precious.

So that I do not disturb Peter too much, I have converted one of the spare bedrooms to a prayer room and set up my personal CD player with speakers so that I can worship. I used to dabble on a keyboard, but have not used it since I broke my wrist around 5 years ago. However, I have now set that up as well. I looked at it the other evening and thought that although it had been set up for over a week, I had only touched it once. That night the Lord gave me a song and the music to go with and I was able to pick out the tune on the keyboard and write it down so that I would remember it in the morning.

Have you ever had a dream that you thought would never come true?

I told Peter about it in the morning and of how it reminded me of a story he had told me when we were first married. It was when he first went to school at the age of 4. During the lessons he was watching a fly walking along the ceiling and worked out that the fly could actually land on the wall and walk onto the ceiling.

When everyone went out to lunch he decided to do the same thing and ran repeatedly at the wall trying to get his feet to stick to it so that he could walk up the wall and then walk on the ceiling. He tried time and time again and eventually ended up in a crumpled heap on the floor sobbing with disappointment.

My mother was a very talented pianist. She only had to hear a tune once and she could play it perfectly. She was much in demand for socials, dances and parties and I can remember my brother and I watching as she went out in evening dress to play. We used to sit for hours listening to her play and both of us longed to be able to do the same. Unfortunately, neither of us had that gifting in spite of long hours desperately trying to learn. Around ten years ago my brother finally admitted that he had given up and sold his organ, I then had another go with the keyboard, but with as much success as previously, in other words, zilch! Then I broke my wrist and that was that.

I have always longed to be musically creative, again with little success, so writing this song and a tune to go with it is was a very real breakthrough for me, just like dancing on the ceiling. Only, now I can really do it!

Thank you Lord!