On 'Salmon Fishing in the Yemen'

We watched 'Salmon Fishing in the Yemen' yesterday
It's a good film, with an interesting story,
about a sheik who loves salmon fishing on his estate in Scotland.
So he wants to transfer it to the Yemen, his homeland.

It's more than just a selfish, hare-brained scheme.
It's about taking fresh water to his people too.
There were plenty of people who said it couldn't be done,
Of course there were.
But he, by his own admission, had faith.

He says:
“Faith is the cure that heals all troubles.
Without faith there is no hope and no love.
Faith comes before hope, and before love."
(Sheikh Muhammad ibn Zaidi bani Tihama)
Paul Torday, Salmon Fishing In The Yemen

We returned to our church today.
It's been a long while, but it was time.
I shared with them the words that God had given me back in March last year.
The words I'd put on post-it notes all around the house.
"Trust me."



What God didn't say was what we had to trust Him with.

Trust Me with your illness.
Trust Me when you wonder, "What next?"
Trust Me when you can't work, and feel as if you'll never work again.
Trust Me when you begin to discover new skills.
Trust Me when your husband becomes ill and can't work either.
Trust Me with your children when their behaviour changes and they lose their confidence.
Trust Me when something happens to make you smile.
Trust Me when the tears flow and you don't think they'll ever stop.
Trust Me in happy times with Chris and the boys when you laugh and laugh.
Trust Me when you are misunderstood.
Trust Me when you begin to feel hopeful.
Trust Me when it feels you are under attack.
Trust Me when it feels as if all that you know, and hold dear, has been taken away from you.
Trust Me when the sun is shining.
Trust Me when you feel loved and cherished.
Trust Me for the impossible.
Trust Me to turn this around.
Trust Me to know you and love you.

Trust.
Me.

Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.
Hebrews 11:1

I do.......
Trust Him.

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