Now, like no other I have come to a time of testing. The mental fight, or should I say the spiritual fight is bigger than the physical. I sit writing at home because as the psalm says malicious liars have risen up against me and the system seems to big for me to fight against, I can only wait and pray and trust that God will see me through.
I try not to write too personal but keep things biblical based on what I have read and experienced but this morning I am sat up in bed finding it hard to breath with a tightness and pain like I am gripped by a demon of this world.
Six sea limpets sit on the rock, they are clamped on with medium pressure, but as soon as danger comes, perhaps a blast from some passing wave or incoming tide, … Continue reading Rooted on the rock
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.
I’ve been dwelling on this text today. “If you abide in My word, you are My disciples indeed. 32 And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make … Continue reading Free from this world
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.
The evening was drawing in as I sat under the trees and listened for the quieting calls of the birds as the sun settled behind me. Quietness and prayer. I … Continue reading A forest of splendour
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