Jersey was warm, and in the evening a huge tropical storm erupted right over our hotel. No one seemed to notice the next day, life carried on as usual. After a restful day we drove up to Corbière and I walked over to some rocks were I set up the camera and waited. As the sun descended so did the heat and I put my coat on an huddled on the rock praying.
You see when I remove myself from the world I find that my natural stance is to pray, but it is so difficult some days to find this time. It is almost like the devil doesn’t have to do anything but distract us.
Someone asked me “why do I believe in Jesus?” I replied that for years I struggled and in those quiet moments I sort the truth only to find that all along The Truth had been with me on the journey and His name was Jesus.
Then then colours started to appear and the sunset was happening, and as the light got lower another light appeared in the lighthouse. This seemed such as small light but we had been assured by sailors that it was powerful to worn any boats for miles around to stay away from the dangers of the rocks. Jesus points to the Father, He offers redemption through His blood, shed on the cross for everyone and we need only turn and look and follow the light.
On returning from Jersey I was creating a display with some shells from the beach and an old log. I was drawn to the words of Micah.
Even though these words are Gods words to Israel, we are part of that covenant because we are grafted into the vine who is Jesus.
Dear Lord, Thank you for Your guidance of Your Son and may we all focus more on the light and help us to be guided away from sin and into Your ever loving, ever graceful arms. Amen.