Our first home in Belfast after we were married, had a small enclosed back garden. Each morning I would “walk the cloister” reading and praying. One morning as I was reading, “I will give thanks to you O Lord among the nations.” Dad said to me, “I’m going to give you many other cloisters”
When we moved to the US I remember one of those early cloisters in Minnesota was a circle of large stones. As I stepped from bolder to bolder finally arriving at the fifth and final one, I heard Dad add ”…….that would be – cloisters on all 5 continents” Subsequently He did indeed take us to cloisters on the two continents, Asia and Australasia, that we had not yet visited.
This week we have come full circle and are back to Belfast.
Again our Father has miraculously provided a wonderful place for us to stay and cloister for me to walk and we to talk. This time it is on “the other side of the tracks”, where the Stena Lines run from where we began. Hilary and I find ourselves in a beautiful home with a garden running right down to the water’s edge graciously made available to us by kind folk we have not even met!
Each morning I have had the joy of clambering over the wall at the end of the garden and beginning the day by plunging into the Lough! The 15,000 Minnesota lakes aren’t able to buoy me up like the salt water of the Irish Sea, so I linger on my back staring into Dad’s smiling face and the ever changing Irish cloudscape as I relish getting grounded in the ocean.
Dripping my way back to the patio I am greeted by this sign…….more than just a humanly crafted artifact I get the message, as Dad reminds me through the Aboriginal art of our visit to meet these first people in their homelands in the heart of the Australian outback
This space in time and place will give more opportunity to REFLECT on how over the years we have indeed experienced being “loved” by our heavenly Dad
At the end of the recorded path was, Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life”
If goodness and mercy are following us, then we have to stop and turn around to see them. In our crazy busy world the Devil has had a field day distracting dissatisfied souls and keeping them “unreflective” in regards to the goodness and mercy that has followed each and every one of us each and every day of our lives……….if we only paused more often to let our good shepherd point it out!
I recall one trip to ‘The Bush’, Down and Under that occurred just after the first serious rains in generations. The desert was blooming! Isaiah 35 fulfilled!
A drive yet further Out and Back from Alice Springs was made memorable when our rental car stalled midstream! Fortunately an ‘angel’ arrived just as the sun was setting with tow rope and four wheel drive to pull us out of the river and rescue us from the deadly Aussie nighttime prowlers.
But the even more memorable experience was lying down on a riverbed that had not seen water for decades, and allowing the crystal clear living water to run over and through my entire body……..as I gazed into the smiling face of Dad, shining on the opposite side of this same earth!
Lost in wonder, love and praise I turn from the “sign” to gaze again at the ‘pot of gold’ at the end of the rainbow that had just appeared to mark this moment……this place…….this grace.
I have learned over the years that God is not limited to a particular time or place. He wants us to transition so that the whole of LIFE becomes our cloister.
Sitting in a coffee shop in the ancient walled in town of Carrickfergus I noticed this couple looking longingly into a travel agent’s window. Lockdowns have people ansi to get out of our “walled” cities. So much of life consists of looking forward to the next ‘experience’. Father whispered “I want to meet you in the entire experience of life……not just in a life of experiences!”