Rejoice...
The Bricks Have Fallen; I Will Rebuild (Isaiah 9:10)
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Dressed in my wedding outfit, and a happily married woman, Gorg’s father dropped us at the train station in the pouring rain, (pouring rain in June!!! Not a good start) to travel to our honeymoon destination. On the train I kept looking at Gorg sitting opposite, with such excitement and happiness. This man who looked like Cliff Richard, my childhood dream, was sitting opposite me as my husband. Oh, such fulfilment and great expectancy for our future together bubbled within me like a champagne bottle waiting to explode its cork. My heart was happy. On arrival to the island of Fyn, we first visited Gorg’s uncle and aunt, where they had a special celebration drink waiting for us. They had promised that it was alcohol free, but even before Gorg sipped it he could smell the alcohol. Checking the bottle, it had a tiny percentage, but it was enough for him to say no. Gorg had been an alcoholic prior to knowing me, prior to becoming a Christian, and now he never touched it... so iced water was poured, and I didn’t let his go to waste! Once we were ready, they drove us to our honeymoon residence. It was an old fisherman’s cottage, and it was rustic and perfect with our own private beach. There was a beautiful flower decoration of wild flowers and a mixture of Danish and English little flags. It was all so lovely and thoughtful, together with a booked table in a local restaurant for dinner all paid for, including taxi as our wedding present. I couldn’t believe it – we were man and wife... Mr and Mrs… I, Jesse, was married to the most gorgeous looking man in the world. The restaurant was cosy, and the food was excellent, but the day had been long and exhausting, and we were longing for our bed. According to custom, the following morning we gave morning gifts. I had bought ‘him and hers’ bathrobe each, and Gorg bought me a watch. Although it was June, the weather was cloudy and windy, but nothing could dampen the happiness in my heart. Nothing!
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In the second of Fenella’s three books, happiness is short lived in marriage – eleven days to be exact, followed by a seven year nightmare before finally bailing ship. The first book: “Rejoice… I Will Fear No Evil (Psalm 23)” begins with physical abuse, but the marriage as told through the character of Jessica, was a relationship of emotional abuse, that led to planning suicide as the only escape. Having counselled and helped others, Jesse couldn’t help herself! Of course, Jesse lives to tell the story, but has many sadness’s and three major bereavements to deal with, not to mention the unleashing of a great anger and bitterness in her heart and the spoils they bring. Whilst succeeding in a career working with young people having been forced out of mission, her personal life becomes a non-stop quest for love, internet dating, and a total failure, hidden behind the mask of a clown. A finger of fate flicks the switch bringing sickness - ME, and the ensuing realities of limitations, causing Jesse to go in pursuit of yet another lifelong dream to improve her quality of life… requiring her to sell up, saying farewell to friends, seeking pastures new and fresh opportunities. Priding herself on being a survivor, Jesse brushes the hurts under the carpet and moves on ‘til such a time when the hurts and disappointments become a mountain impossible to avoid and a volcano bursts beyond the mask, spewing the poisons within... and a realisation that something has to change. Returning to her waiting ‘Perfect Valentine’, He empowers and encourages Jesse to break free from the chains of self-pity, low self-worth, and the constant cloud of failure, to a place of victory - with the dreaded mountain as rubble at her feet! “When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me.” I am touched by the almost childlike way Fenella Stevensen views life in her early years of “Rejoice… I Will Fear No Evil (Psalm 23)” struck by the sincerity in each word, and the emotion which at times jump out of the pages. Fenella has unearthed an incredible talent in that her life story, but most of all in spreading the word that no matter where you come from, what dark journeys life makes you take, hope prevails. Patrick Jason - Malta Now
About the Author
Fifty Six years old, born in Stockport and later at the age of eighteen moved to Torquay, UK, having lived also in Denmark and The Netherlands, Fenella Stevensen now resides on the Mediterranean Island of Malta, having travelled extensively in the past as a missionary with YWAM. She enjoys singing the smooth sounds of jazz, power ballads,swing and gospel... and the arts such as drama, theatre, creating drama, dance, interior design and painting... being more than thrilled to add Author to her list. Fenella has looked at life from both sides now... with money and flash life-styles, beautiful cars,houses... and also as a missionary having sold all, living by faith and travelling the world with an out-stretched arm to help others. It is out of these experiences of great highs and desperate lows she has written her memoirs, hoping they may inspire others through the difficulties of life's storms and shipwrecks, which have shaped her into the vibrant woman she is today. Having been married and divorced, she is now finally at peace with her singleness and the freedom for the future's exciting adventures.