20 years ago tonight I was sleeping in St Botolph’s graveyard in Lincoln, opposite the Golden Eagle pub, doing a sponsored sleepout for a local homeless charity, Nomad.
There was a blanket of fog reminding me of Great Expectations. Better to have fog rather than a clear sky – it’s warmer. I remember that a few days earlier Chris Bowater had given me a prophetic word that God was in the fog – it seemed that this was the night for that prophetic word.
It brought a different perspective to “Until Death Do Us Part”, since I learned a few days later that my husband had remarried on 31st October 1997.
As I write this, I am reminded that God had led me to be a Saturday volunteer in the Nomad Café in Lincoln (held in a former mortuary) a few months earlier.
On the day in 1997 that I walked into the café to volunteer a song was playing – The Power of Love by Jennifer Rush. That was the song my husband had chosen for our first dance together as man and wife in Hampton Court, London in 1988. It has a line in it that says “I’m heading for somewhere, somewhere I’ve never been, sometimes I’m frightened but I’m ready to learn about the Power of Love”.
I am now volunteering with another homeless charity, in Mansfield, and we are having our Christmas lunch in another Golden Eagle, The Golden Eagle in Mansfield. This pub is situated just off the A617 and St Botolph’s day is June 17th.
My husband actually ran off to live just off the A617 in Mansfield when he left me and Kingston upon Thames in June 1994.
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