An rusty gate hangs barring the way through a fresh corn field
to the city of light an route to the tree of life,
Category: faith
Where am I going?
Child, “I think I am going to Hell!” I reply “Really? You would choose to go to hell? Why would anyone do that?” If you could travel to heaven and … Continue reading Where am I going?
A few seeds planted, now time to move on.
God is my rock. When the world rejects me, or rejects you, once again you should turn to God and He is there in the silence, He is listening and … Continue reading A few seeds planted, now time to move on.
Creating a space for God
Here I am, twelve months since this silence started, since we were told to stay indoors, and we are just starting to see the hope from the life ahead of us. What will the future hold. Like explorers at the foot of a mountain, I feel the excitement of knowing that we will soon hear the voice to start walking and we shall begin our ascent, up and up into a new land.
When there is silence, God speaks
Many things have come and gone, but the road goes ever on and on
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?
Have you ever felt pure joy, pure love, pure hope?
We shall feast everyone, we shall dance and be glad,
we shall sing and rejoice evermore
For my son has come home, he was dead now alive,
he’s returned from a far off shore
The flowers turned white on Easter Sunday.
A day of what usually is busy faith, turns into a day of self reflection. There are days that I look up and wonder why did God bother with me? … Continue reading The flowers turned white on Easter Sunday.
Run to the cross 45
Here it is, a Good Friday that no one could have envisioned,no one could have accounted for, no one could have listened.no one would have believed that all would just … Continue reading Run to the cross 45
Run to the cross 44
Out of the door with a bit of energy. My legs feel okay but they must look awful as they are covered in bites from the rivers and the bogs … Continue reading Run to the cross 44
