A day of what usually is busy faith, turns into a day of self reflection. There are days that I look up and wonder why did God bother with me? … Continue reading The flowers turned white on Easter Sunday.

A day of what usually is busy faith, turns into a day of self reflection. There are days that I look up and wonder why did God bother with me? … Continue reading The flowers turned white on Easter Sunday.
Here it is, a Good Friday that no one could have envisioned,no one could have accounted for, no one could have listened.no one would have believed that all would just … Continue reading Run to the cross 45
God’s voice is all around us. Look into the river and you will see a reflection of the tree, but this is not the tree. This world is a sad … Continue reading Day 354 We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain
There is a bridge over a river which I encountered in Haggerston. The river is called engine low. The picture shows a rather beautiful bridge over the river, but there … Continue reading Day 150 Surely I will be with you