Nat’s Day

“Who wouldn’t want a Father like that!”



Born Again





Imagine a pocket of time, you can be born again.

Sarah, at ninety, conceived a son.

You can laugh, because God is laughing.

So much of my life, I have spent, not laughing, & God is so good, that why would I not always be laughing.

Such is life, so they say, but who are they that say that?

Hilarious when you think about it, & tickle your funny bone & push Jesus, because that’s what I must do, ever since the day that I recognised His saving of me.

I was lost in the world or so I thought I was lost, & as a person thinks, so are they.

How could I find myself if I was lost, that’s funny, but not so funny when you are really lost, & terminally singing, what’s it all about Alfie?

Slow down oh you souls, lend the ears of your hearts, to the greatest voice who was ever heard on Earth; He is the very man Jesus, who is also God, would you believe?

Do you see how a glimmer of light sparks within yourself at the mention of His name?

Oh how lovely that light is, in you.

Abraham fell face down. Then he laughed & said to himself, Can a child be born to a hundred-year-old man? Can Sarah, a ninety-year-old woman, give birth?

[Genesis 17:17]

The One enthroned in heaven laughs; the Lord ridicules them. Then He speaks to them in His anger & terrifies them in His wrath:

I have consecrated My King on Zion, My holy mountain.

[Psalms 2:4-6]





It is what it is.

Perplexity, at its best.

Can you learn how to be born again?

Parrot fashion, is the way of learning, which is accepted, unconditionally by most people in the world.

Dance cocky, dance.

Hello cocky, say it back to me.

Monkey see, monkey do, is primal copying of one another, routinely becoming unchallenged ritual.

Every other Joe, & the Jones’s are role models.

Appearances are everything.

It’s totally acceptable to follow & imitate another person.

Sarah, knew in the natural that having a baby at her age was impossible. The thought to her of being pregnant, was beyond comprehension, but that’s just it, isn’t it?

The finished work of Christ is beyond comprehension.

I believe that everyone on Earth can understand in their hearts, what the words of ‘the finished work of Christ,’ means for them.

You can’t think your way into belief, but you can only agree with God, & then all the mysteries of life in Heaven, & on Earth are revealed to you.

Who wants that?

Your heart will rebel.

Your mind will say, that’s over the top & how could that possibly be real?

Your loyalty to your learned thoughts is admirable, but can you venture beyond what you think you already know?

Can you look at Jesus?

With the signpost of Jesus, I usher in God’s Word to you: Jesus told him, I am the way, the truth, & the life.

[John 14:6]







Let me show you this place

I AM Born Again

With forever treasure

The oil of Christ seeping into the stillness

The gentle bonk of the Banjo frog

Inside that silent night

I can hear Gethsemane

I see Jesus is over there

Within the mist

I know Him I’m there

I have awakened

His heart is mine & I am His

In the vastness of this moment

Such peace beyond reality exists

So I never want to leave Him I never shall

He is broken into this deepest place on Earth

He falls upon the ground

Droplets of blood

Jesus sees the joy before Him

Suffer the little children

Pleasant reign

Born from above

Gentle ascension


God reigning

God reigning




Next Spiritual Painting Planning


Start with browns & purples & muted blues The hospital walls as prison bars Antiquated Glenside ominous eerie lost stillness Being there Horror On the bed in the middle of an upstairs room There are other beds in this upstairs room Another girl in another bed near the door Vagueness surrounds me but I remember speaking with her as she sat in the bed near the door & saying to her how good that she was to be reading the Bible She said that she wasn’t that good She seemed amazing to me She talked of her family & troubles Not a long conversation But then on maybe two days I heard that she was taken to the Royal Adelaide hospital through the night & that she had died She was burnt A guy that she knew had come to Glenside at night She was doused in petrol & set alight On the hospital grounds Did this really happen it’s too horrific isn’t it? But she wasn’t in that bed by the door anymore We were victims Poor devils someone said as they drove passed the place Was I a devil? I wasn’t a devil! My mind dark oppressed lost In a vacuum of hopelessness not knowing anything Why & what for anything Corruption loomed Labelled post natal depression Dominated & under the control of people systems But that dark place is where I met Jesus He came to me in a vision I saw Him He was standing side on from me I recognised Him from Sunday School picture books In His robe & having long hair I said oh that is Jesus ok I believe it is You help me A quiet still voice inside of me said Go & look after your children & husband I will be your strength After hearing that it was like walking on air God had given me a purpose but I didn’t have to do it all in my own strength how could I He would be my strength & I can guarantee you all who is reading this that He really was & is my strength Forever I remember staring from the window & seeing my dear parents walking across the hospital grounds coming to visit me Oh how it must have been for them But they love me you see & now I can see love & I can have love & I can be love All thanks to Jesus Him coming for me It’s all about the children God loves all His children I will paint an aura of light around Jesus & His light streaming over to me on the bed I know now that the still quiet voice was Holy Spirit It was two years after that I decided I needed to go to a Church to be around people who believe the same thing No preacher brought me to God Jesus Himself was the One Who brought me to God But I love the preachers & I love the other believers & I love all people because all people are children of God whether they know it or not



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