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.
Keeping in the light and on the pavement due to my knee giving way and continuing to deteriorate, but when I jog on a smooth service it feels okay. I … Continue reading Run to the cross 42
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
Before the darkness came there was a feathery sunset. Sunsets and sunrises always fill me full of hope and wonder, and this was no exception. I ran tonight and prayed, … Continue reading Run to the cross 23
From the door I ran, and ran like the previous days exhaustion had not been felt, like I had not fallen asleep trying to write a blog. Sleep took the … Continue reading Run to the cross 6