I write this at the end of Good Friday. A tree stands in a field and the sun is rising behind it. There are gorse and thorn bushes barring the … Continue reading Day 93 What! Could you not watch with Me one hour?
This morning was an early start as I took part in a day pilgrimage to blackburn cathedral from Preston. A wonderful walk of only 10 miles. We all shared a … Continue reading Day 92 to bear His cross.
The photograph shows a flooded forest. Grass and weeds are floating and branches have been torn by the wind. Nothing can stand against the fury of the wind. Isn’t it … Continue reading Day 89 For he commanded and raised the stormy wind
A dark rainy day, but there was odd pockets of dryness where I could get a few pictures. Song of Solomon 2:1 1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily … Continue reading Day 87 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
As another day of thinking on Jesus’ sacrifice ends and we are told of His death and how He was taken down from the cross. There stands a bare tree … Continue reading Day 86 and after the fire a still small voice.
It seems that ever more trees and plants are busy at work trying to get all their flowers and shoots out in time. Often overlooked this tree at other times … Continue reading Day 81 It will blossom profusely
The first day of spring and the bloom and flowers are starting to edge their way out now. It almost seems like a quickening and plants to get out as … Continue reading Day 80 Truly, I tell you, this poor widow has put in more than all of them.