With only a thin top and my shorts I braved the cold, running tonight rather than jogging. Focussed on my torch light and the path ahead, blinkered. I didn’t even … Continue reading Run to the cross 37

With only a thin top and my shorts I braved the cold, running tonight rather than jogging. Focussed on my torch light and the path ahead, blinkered. I didn’t even … Continue reading Run to the cross 37
Out across the park in the biting cold, when earlier the sun had been streaming into the back garden. Running along and in prayer, I spot some children playing in … Continue reading Run to the cross 24
Halfway through the runs, it’s almost like routine now. Rain pouring but out I go in the rain, but something is different, the country seems to be closing down. People … Continue reading Run to the cross 20
Out of the door and once again the rain is lashing it down, but I had charged my torch up and so was thankful for the light leading me forward. … Continue reading Run to the cross 19
Out from the door, I’m up for a long through the woods and over rivers challenge. What a difference a day makes. Jumping at times to miss holes and passing … Continue reading Run to the cross 15
A flooded woods on Grasmere Water. Will the water ever recede? I started my run not knowing where I was going or by what route I would take. It had … Continue reading Run to the Cross 2
A hot evening draws in on the Isalnd of Rhodes and the sound of an aeroplane overhead disturbs the peaceful sunset. The sound settles and the beauty of a sunset is once again focussed on.
The more I look at nature, the more I see the fingerprints of God. The more time I spend in nature, the more God unveils His presence through the Holy Spirit showing how creation is beautiful and a perfectly designed biosphere that has been subject to falleness of sin.
A mangled tree all forlorn and dead, a snake creeping through the grass. Imagine a world with no sun, clouds every day and rain, such rain as the people who … Continue reading The snake, the trees and the river.
Here we see the river Darwen carving its way through the valley of Hoghton Bottoms in the county of Lancashire. It is clear that this has at some point used a tremendous force to force its way through rock.