Marysville Again

Marysville the daunting pretty place was a colourful beauty as I remember it in 1996, it used to be a place for retreats, Christian retreats. On this occasion it was a women’s camp. Walking down the hill round the pretty little shops was a treat and then round to the falls. It was treed, green and cool. Vicki D’Orazio, now Simpson had given me a word from God about there being a bird in my tree. I took it to mean a child. I had had two miscarriages and at 40 plus I had now given up.

Marysville, the driving range where we met teens Doug helped years later.
What brought us there that time. Not sure. What a place. Marysville was just like its name, sweet as Mary but part of the name meant bitter waters. All the Mary’s I knew including my grandmother and mother and sister were sweet.

Well there was the word from God through Vicki about the bird in the tree. Spring would come. I drove off happy round the black spur back home. The word came to pass in 2003 when I had a little boy, I was 46 years old. Hey God doesn't lie.

So Marysville will be rebuilt. It will return with a new heart after the bushfire took the old heart away.