A few days ago we set off on a long trip to visit my brother who has been ill for the past almost 4 months – and only just recently felt well enough for visitors. Knowing that a prolonged visit would prove too much we had booked in for an overnight stay at a…

I’ve come to love and appreciate the skies far more since moving to live in the open countryside – where the vastness of the area seems to emphasise the vastness of the sky. I never tire of watching the clouds – the different formations – stirring a faint memory of myself standing outside in the…

A dear friend is ill and undergoing treatment – it’s a difficult and worrying time for them all – not being sure how he will respond to the medication – suffering after effects – having dosages changed. It’s hard not to worry – to think about the future – what happens if he can’t tolerate…

The cattle are back in our paddock – just 8 of them – three of which are young calves. I just love to see them – meandering about all day – sitting and chewing the cud – sometimes almost stampeding for no apparent reason. They add something to the wonderful countryside view – an element…

As I sit in the quiet of the morning I’m conscious that so often  as I speak with God – I am full of requests that I bring to Him. I’m always ready to ask for His help – His guidance – His blessing – and I was reminded of a poem I wrote many…

Our youngest son has travelled to Canada this week for a holiday and has set up ‘instant messaging’ – he let us know when they had arrived – will send daily updates as to where they are and what they are doing – and of course – send photos – wonderful technology that is used…

We went for a walk the other day and studied the map positioned at the beginning of the walk – showing the various trails – and set off to follow one. Imagine our frustration when after walking only a short way we came to a division of paths – with no indication as to which…

For some reason this morning I was reminded of a poem I learnt many years ago –  and one I have never forgotten – it was called – ‘The Touch Of The Master’s Hand’     For me this poem holds such a profound truth – the difference that the touch of God can make on…

This morning I caught up with the online video and report of a nephew of mine as he did a pilgrimage from Southwark to Canterbury this past week. He walked 100 miles in three days – quite an achievement – and raised money to enable families to go on a holiday.        …