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.
In the image, a caver stands at the exit to a cave with much water flowing fast within. I have written on many occasions about the times I was underground … Continue reading Journey through the waters
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.
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 across the woods to join the guild wheel, a dark but wonderful path to follow at night with animals jumping out when my head torch highlighted the bushes. I … Continue reading Run to the cross 17
Out of the door and down the lane, faster and faster I ran. I turned into the park, dark trees and no lights. I had not charged my head torch … Continue reading Run to the cross 7
“Sunday comes” Sunday comes, the troops march in, they sit in the same old places They go through the motions all are pleasant but fewer of the same old faces. … Continue reading Beyond Sunday
Trevor McDonald the British news reporter has stated in an advert for glasses that “You are defined by what you have seen.” – the bible says your eye is a lamp that lights up your whole body.
I was looking across this lake and trying to catch the image of the birds flying across. The other side of the lake looks luscious and green. A faint yellow … Continue reading Day 328 In that day I will make a covenant for them With the beasts of the field, With the birds of the air, And with the creeping things of the ground.
The last picture I took today was of the sunset, with a cross setting over Preston Hospital. A deep red sprinkling of colour, like Jesus’ blood lies over the hospital. … Continue reading Day 97 And establish the work of our hands for us;