Christian thoughts and prophetic word blog.

My name is David Weaver and this blog is unique to me.

I became a Christian in 1961 and soon became part of a local church where I worshipped for the next 46 years. Just like a young baby I grew up as a Christian and now after many experiences and endeavouring to do what God wanted me to do I have come to a place where I can hear God speak to me. This is not unique but I still count it a fantastic blessing to hear the creator God speak to me. This is not pie in the sky but reality.

I am married and have two fine daughters. My eldest was up to recently resident in Perth, Western Australia. But is now back in UK. My wife is a best selling author and we have two grandchildren who live close by with their mum and dad.

In 2005 I felt called to go on a STM to Africa and apart from an enforced gap of 2 years I have been in Africa frequently, speaking to many pastors and leaders. In 2016 approaching 71  years of age and finding it quite difficult to get the guest house to cook a suitable diet for me I decided to stop going to Africa on a regular basis and concentrate on bringing Bible studies to remote parts of Western Kenya by mobile phone. This has been very successful and means I can still take an active part in the ministry of Living Hope Ministries.

Having moved on from my first church and having passed through another, in 2014 I moved to a splendid Church of England fellowship which is a very new experience for me. Yet still the voice of God is clear and is constraining me to share with a wider audience some of the thoughts He has given me. But first it would be good to set the scene as it were. I was born in 1945 into a very humble home and have two brothers. My  elder brother died in September 2016.

November 2011 saw me off to Australia to visit with my Daughter in Perth Western Australia. My wife and I did so many things whilst there that it has to be one of the highlights of my life. The most exciting memory for me was travelling to Sydney and climbing the harbour bridge, which was for me a great achievement. Back home in England we spent a happy new year with our family and then it was off to Uganda and Kenya on mission for me. Since then I have been on my bicycle for three rides covering a total of 50 miles. I hear you say that is no big deal. But before you regale me with your achievements I need to complete the story of my recent life. In June 2010 I was diagnosed with oesophageal cancer. I had chemotherapy which made me extremely ill. The chemotherapy treatment had to be stopped before completion of the second session after I had spent ten days in hospital. A major operation followed in November where a significant part of my oesophagus was removed along with a small part of my stomach. A happy retirement was not looking very promising at this stage.

So what am I trying to say? Well for me these many years after spending my second time in hospital with tubes sticking out from all manner of places in my body I am living a very fulfilled and happy life. Yes there are challenges sometimes with getting my diet right, feeling very tired and in pain but I am maintaining weight and gaining confidence to continue embarking on an active life. When I was sixty six I rode the Solent Way (60 miles) and travelled on mission again, near the end of the year. In the mean while there was gardening to be done, many DIY jobs in the house, and if time permits water colour painting or getting on the air as a radio amatuer.

If you are facing an uncertain future because of similar circumstances let me encourage you to keep very positive. If you can see a future ahead it will make all the difference. One moment in the early part of my recovery after the operation I found myself slipping into depression. Thankfully with the threat of more pills to take and also more significantly the wonderful support of friends and family I pulled myself up from that spiral down. I am continuing to look forward to many years of active and exciting life with continued contact with my African friends. Do not go down the road of why me? Or if only! These roads in fact are not roads at all, they are dead ends.

David Weaver