Sitting on a rock, near Inverness in the middle of a river gave me a wonderful chance to pray and ponder life. Do we sit still listening to our surroundings … Continue reading Life as a river
Tag: Holy Spirit
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.
ITENTITY – DESTINY – MISSION
Do you ever feel a hole in your life or a gap within
An ever-growing darkness like a never-ending sin
No amount of money or food will satisfy your soul
Like a wound that never closes, or you never feel quite whole
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.
Seeking fish, catching Gold
Matthew 6:19-33Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. 20 But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin … Continue reading Seeking fish, catching Gold
Run to the cross 18
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
Run to the cross 17
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
Run to the cross 11
Out of the door and down the lane. I can see, as this is the first run I have done in the light. Paths are no longer small pockets ahead … Continue reading Run to the cross 11
Run to the cross 8
Tonight was a long run, through the dark woods at the bottom of the road, following the river before turning and heading home. I run to the cross, not because … Continue reading Run to the cross 8
Run to the cross 1
The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began. With heavy legs I dragged myself out into the bitterly cold dark roads and started to … Continue reading Run to the cross 1
365 Exhortations 