The Women's Exchange

Way back in our expat years, in our expat compound/town, we had a shop called The Women's Exchange, where us wives and single girls could bring clothes and books and such like and sell them.

A visiting rock star was heard to say that he would have brought his wife along on the tour if he had known he would be able to exchange her.   "It doesn't work like that" said Captain Butterfly (and I hope there wasn't a note of yearning in his voice.)

Anyway, I was reminded of that at the weekend as us sisters were invited to a Clothes Swap party on Saturday afternoon.  We all brought and took clothes and had tea and coffee together.  I swapped a blouse for a rather nice blue scarf.  I am trying not to add anything to my wardrobe because at the moment I am trying to get rid of things. We spend the first two thirds of our lives collecting things, and then we wonder why on earth we did, and wonder how to get rid.

Saturday was a busy day.  I chauffered a young sister to the Kingdom Hall for the Field Service group, then dashed off - rather a slow dash but the best I could do - and did a brief shop, then on to pick Jean up, and take her to Liam.  I had asked Jehovah if he would be kind enough to supply us with a parking space - a workable one - close to Liam's house, as parking is very difficult there.     And when we got there we found one enormous double-decker bus sized space right outside the gate!

It was perfect. But so is everything Jehovah does.  Anyway we were invited in for a tea and spent an hour and a half chatting, and laughing as he always has some good jokes to tell us.

Then it was on to the Hall for the broadcast:    https://www.jw.org/en/library/videos/#en/mediaitems/StudioFeatured/pub-jwb_201910_1_VIDEO

There is a very interesting experience at 18:16 minutes in. 

Jean was too tired to do the Swap, but I went along, having waited till Col's latest parcel had been delivered.

It was the meetng at the Kingdom Hall yesterday - and we heard another lovely experience about the power of God's word.  A young girl whose parents were politically active atheists began to study the Bible with the local Jehovah's Witness congregation.   Her parents, understandably, were very upset by this. And her father actually started to look into the Bible himself...   he wanted to find fault and disprove what she was learning, but he ended up being deeply moved by it.

Both her parents are now baptised Jehovh's Witnesses.

You cannot over-estimate the power of God's word.  As Hebrew 4:12 says:
"For the word of God is alive and exerts power and is sharper than any two-edged sword and pierces even to the dividing of soul and spirit, and of joints from the marrow, and is able to discern thoughts and intentions of the heart."

And that is the truth - plain and simple. And it is, in essence, what my Thursday talk in the Ministry school is about.