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Uncle John by Julia Wilson

A Legacy Of Love

Ninety years ago today my beloved Uncle John was born. He was the firstborn, followed by my Dad three years later. My Dad always talks with pride about his older brother. A bond formed in childhood, strengthened following the death of their father in 1942, leaving a close knit household of three with my Nanny at the head.

Uncle John had a love of learning and studied to become a teacher, and then became a head teacher of Jessons Primary in Dudley. He had a passion for imparting knowledge into children, and when given the choice to retire in the term before or after his 65th birthday, he chose after.

My Uncle John was married to the love of his life, my Auntie Jean. He was devastated when she lost her battle with cancer in 1987.

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Lifecentral by Julia Wilson

A New Season

A new season began today at my church, Lifecentral Halesowen. In the planning for twelve years, over £2 million given over and above regular giving by the faithful people. Much prayer, tears and laughter… and at last our new building is opened. A wonderful worship space, well deserved. A building where lives will be changed and impacted for Jesus.

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Imagine by Julia Wilson

Taking A Risk

Imagine a young girl, pregnant, shunned, feeling alone. A young girl who takes a risk and says ‘yes’ to God. A young girl who gives birth to a King – King Jesus.

Imagine a man who learns that his betrothed is pregnant. A man who says ‘yes’ to God. A man who is the father figure to a King – King Jesus.

Imagine a group of men, ordinary men, going about their daily business. A group of men who take a risk and answer the call ‘follow Me.’ And they follow a King – King Jesus.

Imagine a woman who has bled for years. A woman who takes a risk and pushes through the crowd to touch the robe of a King – King Jesus.

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My Nanny by Julia Wilson

Still Missed

Forty years ago today my Nanny died. I still miss her. She was my friend, my confident and she loved me unconditionally.

My Nanny was born towards the end of the nineteenth century, she was number seven of eight children. When she was just two years old, her mother died and my Nanny was given to her aunt and uncle to raise. As a teen she moved in to help her older sister raise her children. The first World War gave my Nanny the opportunity to work outside the house in a munitions factory. My Nanny married in the 1920’s and had my Uncle John and then my Dad. In November 1942 my Nanny became a widow looking after two young lads. At a time when there were no widows pensions, life must have been so hard.

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