The day starts and I get on my knees and pray. Sometimes I’m lazy and just sit there in bed and pray. Does God mind, I’m sure not, after all … Continue reading Praise, my soul, the king of heaven
I love the stillness of the wood:
I love the music of the rill:
I love to couch in pensive mood
Upon some silent hill. – Lewis Carroll
A robin sits on the tree branch and looks away. Looks towards an uncertain future. There are many threats that this bird may have to face, the least is the … Continue reading We have an indwelling of God
I’ve spent a few days gathering fallen branches, with the help of my son we gathered the larger ones up and managed to carry them up the steep hill to the house.
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.
Here I am, twelve months since this silence started, since we were told to stay indoors, and we are just starting to see the hope from the life ahead of us. What will the future hold. Like explorers at the foot of a mountain, I feel the excitement of knowing that we will soon hear the voice to start walking and we shall begin our ascent, up and up into a new land.
Do you ever feel somedays like God is not listening, perhaps you feel you are such a sinner, so why would God care about you?
A tentative run taking care not to shock my knees. I arrived back and lay next to the fire I had started in the centre of the sand area. The … Continue reading Run to the cross 43
Out and down to the woods. I’m confident and so I open the stride and look straight ahead. Suddenly my feet go straight into the mud and I’m up to … Continue reading Run to the cross 41
I took the road at a sensible speed but decided to have a long run today. Through the deserted parks in the daylight led on to a deserted playground that … Continue reading Run to the cross 36