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.
It’s funny, running down a dark lane and through the woods very late at night I have never come across anyone out for a walk. My legs plod forward feeling … Continue reading Run to the cross 26
What an amazing journey these raindrops have undergone, and are still going through. Each has started its life on day two of creation and since then it has evaporated, travelled … Continue reading Then at daybreak, turn around and go home
The waterfall is strong, and there is no force that can stand against it – I know because I jokingly tried when I was younger. Putting my back against that … Continue reading Day 337 “Is the Lord among us or not?”
In the end of November there seems to be never ending rain. The darkness seems to start of the day and end the end. Many people find these months tiring … Continue reading Day 329 With joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation.
This bush seems a complete mess, branches sprouting off in every direction. Can our lives feel like a tangled mess, not through a lack of sleep, or a lack of … Continue reading Day 253 Then God blessed the seventh day and sanctified it
You see a river flowing endlessly. I find rivers not just relaxing, far from it, I find them exhilarating. They have always helped me to feel alive, especially the brooks, … Continue reading Day 243 And You renew the face of the ground – with buckets of rain!
Rain has been pouring down today so sunrise and sunset have been non existent. But I did manage to get out and do some more work on the medieval round … Continue reading Day 234 For there is hope for a tree
You can see the boat riding above the sunset on the beach at Oostduinkerke in Belgium. It appears to be above the fiery glow of the sunset and it is … Continue reading Day 199 35 To Him who rides on the heaven of heavens, which were of old! O God, You are more awesome than Your holy places.
The buttercups and the grass reach up for the sunlight. The warmth and life being given by the sun is evident all around. A red is seen on the grass … Continue reading Day 166 “Oh, that someone would give me a drink of the water from the well of Bethlehem, which is by the gate!”