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
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
The last thing my body wants to do on a cold evening is to go for a run, but I warm up my legs and then bare the cold to … Continue reading Run to the cross 12
Out into the biting cold, muscles aching, fumes choking, and not quite sure which direction to go. I catch my thoughts ‘why am I doing this?’ Then after a while … Continue reading Run to the cross 10
Quite late tonight but I didn’t shirk the task. Out of the door and I prayed. Firstly my prayers are usually focussed on my children and family, it’s natural to … Continue reading Run to the cross 9
When walking through the living museum Beamish, I came across an old church and the bible was open to Isaiah 65. The passage struck me. Doesn’t God constantly stand with his arms wide for all of us, even when we are being rebellious
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.