12/8 Day 22: Wales - England - Cornwall

(Written at an internet café in Plymouth, England)

The ferry arrived at Fishguard, Wales, in what the captain was warning to be gale force winds and pouring rain. In situations like that I have been constantly thankful for the beautiful little car the Lord provided to get me around these islands.

The man at the Avon B&B was booked at kindly waited up for me and after brief introductions I was in my safe and comfortable room with the wind still battering the windows. I just got straight in bed and lay there enjoying the spiritual atmosphere over Wales. It was almost like when I arrived in the Faeroes from Iceland. There was an almost tangible peace around me, and I suddenly knew what I had been suffering in Ireland these past few days. Beautiful green Ireland now felt like a wasteland against what I perceived to be the oasis of God’s wells in Wales.

It also seemed as if all my prayers during that last day’s drive in Ireland to ask the Lord to help me to trust Him and to enjoy the blessings He gives me where suddenly answered. The pillow under my head and the clean safe smell in the room gave me intense pleasure! I was bursting with thankfulness.

At breakfast I discovered that my B&B hosts were believers, and before I left I asked them is I could share my story. They were happy to bless me with a stone from Fishguard and they prayed for me and sent me off.

I did not have time the night before to do the Shofar thing, so even though I was likely to be late for my 10am appointment with Elaine, I went back to the Fishguard harbor to do it. When I told the gospel to Wales it was as if I could feel all the trees and the fields growing greener with joy, and dancing happily in the wind. It was obvious in everything that Wales was happy with the Gospel and with me taking a stone. Instead of the usual tears I was laughing when I left there.

From Fishguard I went to St. David’s where Elaine was waiting for me at the cathedral with a friend. They are about my mother’s age and when we met they felt like family. Elaine drove us to the “edge” close to St David’s. On the car I explained my story with the added bit that I don’t normally share about the kissing at the edges – this was the first time someone was with me at an edge. We walked a little way past a well that was used by nuns at a convent there and then we glorified the Lord there overlooking the cliffs. I read Ps 47 again and Elaine prayed in Welsh. It was the first time I heard this language of my maternal ancestors and I was deeply moved.

It started raining and we found shelter in the little chapel by the convent. There Elaine’s friend gave me 3 pieces of Welsh coal that had been mined at the time of the last revival in 1904 – the time when the miners came to the Lord and the mine donkeys didn’t know how to work without being sworn at. She said one was a symbol of the burning coal that cleanses my mouth and the other two were for my ears. The same deeply humbling honor for what God was doing through me came again with Elaine giving me scripture to say that my ministry was the ministry of Jesus. I was so blessed.

We greeted Elaine’s friend in St David’s and I followed Elaine back to her house in the country side after we had some coffee and Welsh cake on the way. At Elaine’s house her other friend Darrel was waiting for us with her Husband. Darrel is a feast-preaching tongue-speaking Baptist pastor who went to bible school in South Africa for 4 years. It was funny to hear some Afrikaans words with a strong Welsh accent.

We prayed and shared in Elaine’s prayer room. Here I started grasping the spiritual caliber of what I thought was a sweet little lady when I met her in the morning. And the depths of the valleys Darrel has walked through with the Lord has given him the kind of authority we only see in people who know that life is Christ and death is gain. They recognized me too and we could discuss things about the end-time significance of these highways that I do not usually feel free to share.

They felt they had to wash me and patch me up in places where I had been hurt along the way. This was very welcome. I also repented of anything my ancestors might have done to help re-enforce the curses over the land. And when they prayed I saw the Irish crows again and saw how the Lord completely detached me from Ireland and anything that might have tried to get a hold of me there.

It was hard to leave them, and when I did I had to rush. It was a long way to Cornwall and it was already almost 4pm. I asked Elaine to read Revelations to Wales since I would not have time. (She told me today over the phone that she is already half-way)

I crossed into England first at Bristol and stopped beside the highway there to do the Shofar thing. England looked terrible in the spirit. I don’t even want to describe it. All I know is that this island is past fed-up with the un-righteousness in her. She looks ready to vomit the people out. I also saw a strong connection with Mystery Babylon here. The soil accepted the gospel and I took a stone.

A few hours later I crossed the border to Cornwall. I stopped again to do the Shofar thing next to the highway. The border is a beautiful river through green hills. I told the whole story and waited for an answer. There was none. I waited and then I started wondering if I had done something wrong. I asked the Lord, and He told me to wait and listen. When I did I started hearing something that was like a deep groan of extreme anguish! Like England, Cornwall is fed-up with the lack of Godliness in her. She was groaning as a woman in labor. Almost impatiently she told me to get on with it and take the stones, she can barely take it any longer…

I drove till 10pm and stopped at the first B&B I could find – much harder in here than in Ireland to find. A friendly lady with a broad Manchester accent opened and said she still had a single room. I got in bed praising the Lord.