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
Category: creation
On mountain tops
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.
Hearing God’s Voice Clearly
Do you ever feel somedays like God is not listening, perhaps you feel you are such a sinner, so why would God care about you?
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My legs felt heavy as I set off for the guild wheel route. It was daytime but the sun had not shone much today so still a chill in the … Continue reading Run to the cross 35
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Feeling some pain in my knees and other joints today so I went for a walk instead along one of my running routes along a stream with my son. I … Continue reading Run/walk to the cross 34
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All the streets are empty tonight, and I jog past a darkened pub. Where normally drunken singing and merry chat is heard, now all is silent. The message might be … Continue reading Run to the cross 31
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My run tonight was a laboured one and I had knee pains on the way back. As I jogged into the drive I saw the forest flame plant highlighted in … Continue reading Run to the cross 29
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Muscles were aching tonight after first digging much clay and earth to redesign the mud hut. All is quiet, as I run along side the brook, water running clear. I’m … Continue reading Run to the cross 28
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“It’s a bit wet out there”, “Nonsense, if you run fast enough you’ll miss the rain”. Well I must have ran too slow, because I got wet. I’ve been focussing … Continue reading Run to the cross 21
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Down to the woods and over the stream, splashing through mud and startling beams, careful there’s frogs and foxes lie still, heading for ponds and holes in the hill. As … Continue reading Run to the cross 18
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