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July Lulu (or London update)

31 Jul

Dear Family and Friends,

We have been having a very happy and busy July summer. Several of our friends from the US have visited early July (Hi John and Mike & Jon Lin and Ellice and Karis and Ji Son & Tim, Kathy & Michael!) and they all stayed in our one bedroom flat, Osewalt style!!

(Just kidding-we only had the pleasure of two of the above-though we spent time with all above and it was wonder filled)

It addition-expectantly –in met two New Yorkers in London on the tube. Cheryl and Ed-from our Fellowship group in Redeemer Church saw Priscilla on the tube and came over to greet us. (Cheryl did not recognize Charlie-due to the weight lost)
They are living in Hampstead-our home town!!! We had a lovely dinner with them and can not believe His blessings on renewing fellowship in a new way.

We also have had the pleasure of visiting some dear Brit friends in Devon and then some other friends in the Lake District mid July. The weather on these days was beyond anyone’s possible expectations: warm in the days, but not sunny; cool but not cold in the evenings. (Buses and most tubes do not have air conditioning here. It is mostly not needed-but this fact illustrates one of the differences between NYC and London: public areas air conditioning, one place has it; the other doesn’t.)

The sky here becomes more beautiful with each passing hour. Clouds move and change; we feel as though God’s hands are reaching down to touch and guide us each passing moment. We only have to look up and see to feel Him. And we are.
Two years ago, we would not physically been have been able to go hiking on the Downs at Dartmoor (https://www.google.co.uk/?gws_rd=ssl#q=pictures+at+Dartmoor+trust+park) or hiking around the Lake District, but now, in God’s wonder and mercy, He is allowing these dry bones to live again.
Brits say, “Brilliant, fantastic,’ and they are right. Priscilla was laughing this morning as she shared with a friend how funny it was when she slipped and sank her foot down into a little riverbed as we hiked along and how Priscilla was afraid of the ‘huge’ cows, who she thought could be bulls and the very large rams that were watching as we passed by.
The joy of living in these moments with friends and family give me renewed strength to dare I say it, “carry on” (Charlie is still working on the ‘Keep calm’ bit)

The last weekend of July we spoke at 3 day Brethren church retreat on listening (the teachings-in 5 parts-can be found in draft form here: http://www.charlesosewalt.com) The weekend went –again-beyond our prayerful expectations of our time here.

Each day brings new challenges. But these times of refreshment and renewal have given us time to reflect and thank God for his word, Ezekiel 37:14,” I will put my Spirit in you and you will live, and I will settle you in your own land. Than you will know that I the Lord have spoken, and I have done it, “declares The Lord. God’s Spirit enlivens us wherever He settles us.
Pray for ‘contentment’ as we seek His place for us in 2015. Please feel free to offer any words that you are lead to share concerning how you think/feel He may be leading us as we consider next steps: either return to NYC or staying in the UK.

We are wishing we could have you all with us

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MYC/MYC London-priscilla’s swan, dear & albert

14 Nov

photo.JPG albert & Dearthis is the last of ‘MYC’ pictures of priscilla from our city, MYC. What is MYC? MYC has been pictures of Priscilla, myself and our children and granchildren.
My city is where Priscilla my wife of 33 years is. The pictures of her and our children and our grandchildren are called MNYC on this blog: my NYC. Our city now is London. People we meet in the UK sometimes ask, ‘Where are you from?’ We both say as one voice ‘Hampstead, London.’ Some then ask, ‘Where are you originally from?’
We are orginally from MYC. The book of Hebrews describes MYC,

Hebrews 11:
13-16 Each one of these people of faith died not yet having in hand what was promised, but still believing. How did they do it? They saw it way off in the distance, waved their greeting, and accepted the fact that they were transients in this world. People who live this way make it plain that they are looking for their true home. If they were homesick for the old country, they could have gone back any time they wanted. But they were after a far better country than that—heaven country. You can see why God is so proud of them, and has a City waiting for them.
Our city, I believe, has many things, many peoples, many tears. I believe it is full of swans, children and granchildren; friends and family; Brits and Americans; daughters and adopted daughters. And a son, Joey.

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