I started jogging straight from the door. No high winds, no wonderful scenery, just me and the road. The faith path is in only one direction, from darkness to light. … Continue reading Run to the cross 5

I started jogging straight from the door. No high winds, no wonderful scenery, just me and the road. The faith path is in only one direction, from darkness to light. … Continue reading Run to the cross 5
The storm as raging outside the cabin and the wind and rain was howling. I was sat in a comfy chair and it seemed almost pointless, in fact ludicrous to … Continue reading Run to the cross 4