The day starts and I get on my knees and pray. Sometimes I’m lazy and just sit there in bed and pray. Does God mind, I’m sure not, after all … Continue reading Praise, my soul, the king of heaven
Sitting on a rock, near Inverness in the middle of a river gave me a wonderful chance to pray and ponder life. Do we sit still listening to our surroundings … Continue reading Life as a river
There is something about climbing mountains which connects with my faith. It seems that God’s presence is made known on mountains to Moses, Elijah, Abraham, Isaac and many more. Being at the edge of the elements and the near limit of your strength makes me want to praise God.
I love the stillness of the wood:
I love the music of the rill:
I love to couch in pensive mood
Upon some silent hill. – Lewis Carroll
I was walking through the forest some time ago and in a split moment light rays came down and highlighted a little child. She seemed to be the only one … Continue reading An eager longing
The air was cool with a slight breeze wafting through the trees. The forest was quiet with no sounds from birds and animals now as they bedded down for the … Continue reading A signpost
There is an open bridge, welcoming and open. A way for all regardless of what life you have lived, free from judgement now because the tree stands tall. The judgement has fallen on God’s only Son and through Jesus we now have access to this breath of God. God wants the best version of each one of us and He will relentlessly pursue us until we accept Him with open arms. Individual, unique and created whole as an image bearer of God.
A robin sits on the tree branch and looks away. Looks towards an uncertain future. There are many threats that this bird may have to face, the least is the … Continue reading We have an indwelling of God
When I made this video in 2016 I had spent a long time creating a space to pray. This is so important that we all have a space to pray, … Continue reading I AM the Door
Do you ever feel a hole in your life or a gap within
An ever-growing darkness like a never-ending sin
No amount of money or food will satisfy your soul
Like a wound that never closes, or you never feel quite whole