An Amazing week



23rd February – 2nd March 2022

A tribute of thankfulness to my SAVIOUR CHRIST that though I was alone- cut off from all visitors by Covid restrictions.  And, then a massive rain system brought about the flood more overwhelming than the 2011 flood, and  brought back powerful; reminders of my faith journey as the ‘butterfly lady’. In those tragic days.  

               HE was and IS ever CONSTANT and with me. This time I was not just frail and elderly but helpless in bed with tubes, drains and other hospital catheter and vacuum healing devices etc.

         I had sent off my Memoir Book    SHAFTS OF GOLD with all the 2011 flood stores to the publisher. Not about me but about how awesome HE is,   I had no idea then that the God Shafts of my life would have this Chapter still to be written.   Maybe it is too late. When I can. I will try to relay the extra story about HIM.

                                              Extraordinary week       

     After a cancelled surgery date I was finally able to have this considered necessary ,not life saving but life stabilising operation.   I had a right mastectomy and again found myself on the Breast Cancer Care Radar and I do thank God for those long gone who left legacies of comfort and love to others.  I am incredibly blessed and trust my Surgeon completely.   I have two beautiful new bras and an incredible pillow to cuddle which protects my wounded side hole. 

         Rain began bucketing down.      

          David became ‘cut off’ as wind and rain lashed our property to the north of Noosa Hospital., in the Gympie Hinterland. Local streams overflowed into the Mary River  which rose to heights never pre-recorded. Gympie was not just flooded but submerged in massive areas. 

          Noosa River also overflowed.   A state Emergency was declared and later as the rain depression with massive water content, violent storms, and high winds moved south and many southern towns also went under, the Prime Minister declared a National Emergency.   

         Nursing Staff and Doctors began to have safety issues as all travelling became difficult.   A few night staff chose to sleep in and not risk even a short journey home. 

          Refugee patients with carers found temporary shelter in the Hospital’s ICU.   Covid rules were stringent.  

          Mobile phones and a remote to call for help and watch TV were trapped patient’s lifelines.  

          BUT, For those who know their Saviour HE was with them as a PERSONAL GOD and prayer became indeed a Royal Telephone.   

         TV was nothing but horror and violence as Putin moved against the Ukraine population and violence filled the air waves.     No one could know my helpless feeling but the ONE Above who reached me in amazing Ways   Glory to God!  

          I turned off the TV remote.  I made a choice!     Others chose to watch flood and horror reports hour after hour.      

           God led me to pray ‘Butterfly Prayers’.   I let imagination connect with Him and prayed Hope and New Life over air ways of horror and violence and His Peace as He led.

           Personally, I was being prodded, poked, injected, given tablets, cared for in every way to make me happy and comfortable.   I missed spiritual contact but once the ‘dying to self’ process was complete in my heart and ‘surrender to His Will allowed. …………..

   I explained to night staff that I was not being a grumpy old difficult lady.  I was not happy about being forced to take sleeping tablets.  They were not needed as Panadol for pain relief was sufficient.

     As I was establishing loving contacts with nursing staff and hearing stories of their flood concerns, I discovered that on the one free Christian TV Channel, God used it to speak to me.   

         Late at night in pouring  rain, or in the early morning, if I was unable to sleep He met me in often miraculous ways with a song or even a few words of scripture or teaching. I always then went into a deep healing sleep.

             Thank You my Lord A-men

  1.       The Anchor Holds.      (A Song of comfort, a pointed   finger {no matter your situation wherever in this world you may be this is His Word for you now)              

Thank You, Lord. Your Presence and Spirit washed over me,  I slept.

  •    Bless God!         In the middle of chaos the psalmist wrote….Bless God!      I heard the words preached… In my heart I soared above,,, BLESS YOU MY GOD!
  • Your difficulties God will use to refine and define you.    Thank You Lord.
  •   Telephone to Glory Oh what Joy Divine I can feel the current moving down the line.  An instrumental piece of music……..Another night storm outside BUT……….here with me His Presence
  •    Pastor Tom Hall. His voice in my private space of total darkness with a subdued remote held in my hand he powerfully sang.


      David was safely able to collect me and although I know the path to full healing will take time day by day I give thanks for caring staff for God’s Grace and patience with a still being refined vessel.    A grumpy elderly lady who would fall over without His Strength.

            Thanksgiving and love to Him for all prayer prayed  and trust that He will restore and heal our land and the people of God will repent and LOVE and CARE will not be comprised in political correctness by pollution or distortion  of HIS WORD.  World wide repentance.     World wide healing of the souls of ALL who LOVE HIM.


Is this meant to be the final entry in this life story………Not of ongoing life but of this SHAFT journeyh of deep disc overy?

Published by Faye

I m a wife, mother and grandmother. I have always enjoyed writing even from an early age. My book Beyond the Ashes has been written as a labour of love. All the characters are real to me and their story needed to be told. As a Christian my desire is to write General Fiction stories about real people but Hope and a desire for 'better' will always be part of the journey. I have had several short stories published over the years and moderate success in writing competitions. I realized as I was thinking today (30/01/15) that perhaps I should add here that I have had life experiences of many valley times but also many mountain top experiences. I can understand and be beside anyone who finds their life in tatters because I have 'been' there. Of course as I have got older as well there have been the added sorrows of losing not only older family members but also one by one finding the dearest of friends and the ones of greatest support and care also dying. On the site of rich mountains has been my certainty of the value of marriage and how grateful I am that after loss and sadness I made a happy and long-lasting marriage commitment. The one who was my best friend back then is still my best friend 45 years later. Beyond the Ashes touches upon the POWER of LOVE when folk can forget about their own personal 'feelings' and reach out in LOVE to a desperate and broken person.

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