Air and Wind


It was a Day Trip, a visit to the sea, a change of scene, a change of air. The air was so fresh and the wind ran its mischievous fingers through our hair blowing the cobwebs away.

A change is as good as a rest, so we say, and this was true of this day.if the air had been still, hot and full of smells, (as it can get in some towns) – it would not have been so pleasant a day, the air would lacked that special quality of freshness. You, know what I am trying to say; sometimes it’s not a change in location that’s needful but a change in the air which we breathe.

This is true of our churches, fellowships and social circles and very much with ourselves… We need a change in the air, in the atmosphere and a change in the air is brought by wind. It is the wind which brings freshness, cleanses and blows the cobwebs away. The wind brings change and movement which is so needful to freshen, renew and waken us up to life,

When God’s Spirit blows we are best to open our doors and windows to let him blow through our hearts, to breathe in us like breath in a flute or oboe, like the air in a big pipe organ, it is so much better to let him make music to accompany us in our singing and dancing; then it is to nail up all the shutters and oppose Him .. and thereby lose our vitality.

I write like this, because I believe in God, and know his presence in all his creatures and all created things, in water, in air, in stillness in movement, in quietness and in sound. I know there are those who do not believe as I do, but I wish them the pleasure and enjoyment of all these, good, wonderful things, the balm and medicine of life, fresh air. I cannot give my faith. I can only wish you well and all the blessings of this life.


Monday morning and I wonder if I can summon enough energy for this morning. Let alone the rest of the week.

At such a time I am sure to find on my favourite Word Press sites, pictures and a fullness of inspiring quotes and comments but it does occur to me that there are many with low energy resources who may feel too tired and drained even to look. Yes, there are many, many inspiring scriptures to encourage our heart, soul and spirit if only we have the energy to look fur them to read them. The largeness if that little word if should not be underestimated at such times. A person drained of physical energy is like a soggy leaf sitting on top of a puddle, going nowhere fast, well at least for ‘a time, and times and a half a time’ (Daniel 12 v7)

Sitting quietly I was given a vision of cascading white, white water, tumbling down with energy, power, speed – living, vital water.

Water does more than satisfy thirst, it brings life to dry, thirsty places, the Holy Spirit carries the word of God, it provides the power and energy, just as as water turns wheels to power a mill, or make electricity ..

Sitting by a such a waterfall I would consider myself a very foolish woman if I did not reach out and taste this gift, for myself. Believe me, I have and can find the energy to do this, like the water it is given.

If you read this and are tired, then I pray that “Coming to Jesus as you are, weary, worn and sad .. You will find your thirst quenched your soul revived.. “He is our resting place, but more than that He gives power to live by, life in all it’s fullness and abundance – be blessed, taste and see how gracious The Lord is (Psalm 34)

Prickly me

I read somewhere that 5 minutes just looking at an object such as a flower or even a single leaf was beneficial. So, I thought I would give it a try, and this little cacti garden in a pot was sitting right there.


Yes it was intriguing, 3 different little cacti all with one thing in common -the prickles. If I had more than 5 minutes I would have been tempted to take a pencil and draw each one. A botanical illustrator spends a lot of time studying a subject carefully, measuring, making colour notes, thumb nail sketches … getting the hairs on the hairy one might present a prickly challenge, but I only gave it 5 minutes and at the end of my time, concluded that most people have prickles, we all need handling with care. Better still handling with prayer. I also concluding that I am fast becoming like the white haired one!

Oh dear! I need handling with prayer!

For All Seasons

The last day of August, most children are returning to school and lessons over the next few days, we have to face it the seasons are changing, September is the herald of autumn and then, well, Christmas cards are appearing in some shops already. Why, oh why is everyone always rushing from one thing to the next, why can’t we just take one day at a time?

No morning Service in my church this morning, it being the 5th Sunday in the month we visited a neighbour parish, newly decorated they have a new hand crafted, and originally designed altar frontal. Designed and made not by a professional but by someone with a good eye and a desire to give glory to God. Liturgically we are in the green season, but this was designed to reflect the colours of all the church seasons, with The Cross the focus of them all.

Seems to me, that my heart should be good for all seasons too and faithfully abide with God, day in day out in whatever circumstance I find myself, whether the pastures are green, or snow filled the rest I can leave to Him, after all,

He made the moon to mark the seasons, and the sun knows when to go down” (Psalm 104:19)


Not The Least Pebble On The Beach

How easy it is to lose track of the time when busy, and sometimes how easy to lose track of friends. Did you have a Kaleidoscope as a child? Fascinating wasn’t it, how those tiny glass particles would come together form a pattern and then at a turn fly apart and form something new.

Life is like that, full of turns, comings together and, sadly partings.

I love reading but sadly don’t have much reading time nowadays, still I tackle a chapter or two when I can; (that is reading other than scripture which forms part of daily prayer.)

I have just finished reading “And the Mountains Echoed” by Khaled Hosseini because the author writes from several character viewpoints, I think it would have been better to have had longer periods of time each session of reading, but that is not a criticism of the writer. I found the story/stories moving and compelling… The ending, like life, sad yet happy, satisfactory but not altogether satisfactory. I’m not going to give the ending away entirely just in case you are reading it now.

What was fascinating kaleidoscope wise was the interweaving of the characters personal stories. The way each person in some way overcame difficulties, the way in which they fly apart and come together interacting to bring about the final resolution of the two principal characters story.

Yes, I believe that things do work out, that what is lost can be found, I also believe that no one is ever lost to God, that if we seek we shall find, I think it is true also He is amazingly good at kaleidoscope making and that He knows every pebble on the beach, sure they all look alike but not one single pebble is the ‘least pebble‘ in His eyes, not one is overlooked and we may not count the ways He has of making sure all are washed up on the right beach .,

Go Write A Letter

Dear readers and writers,

I don’t get much time for reading and reading for me has been a lifetime’s pleasure; yesterday afternoon I made time to finish reading an edition of the “Complete Poems of Wilfred Owen” which also contains his collected letters. Touchingly the last letter is preceded by a page with just the words. “The Last Letter” within a few short days, Susan Owen’s loving son was dead, fallen in the war to end all wars, which sadly didn’t.

None of us can know what tomorrow will bring, if it is important to us we should say it today, better still write it down. If it is true, straight from our heart and our heart is a true heart those words will remain far longer than we will.

iPads, Tablets, mobile phones, hard drives, backups, all these in time will let us down, data will be lost, corrupted, the most powerful words in history the writings that have inspired mankind, have lived on, preserved on clay/ wax tablets, scrolls and humble paper and these words have been the words of the heart.

Bother the cost of postage, don’t put it in an email, write it in a letter use old fashioned paper, write in old fashioned ink, and trust it to the post man. You know in one of his letters, Owen writes that the soldier carrying the post had fallen in a river, but the post was still delivered, having been soaked it was still readable, those letters completed their mission successfully. And so will our words, honest words carry in themselves the power to encourage, to console, to strengthen, they give hope, most importantly they say,

“I love you.”

You can fold a letter up, keep it close.

I need not write any more, so here this letter ends, as all letters should with love and regards,

God Bless

Poppies to say it all

Not really much to say. Today, with five friends opened the church, to let anyone who would come in, to say a prayer for Peace on earth, to reflect on the Great War, light a candle … Yes even in these days the lights are going out … Where is compassion, where is love, in these days of great knowledge, why is it so dark? It is not that God has turned His face away, but perhaps we don’t seek it. My friends where ever you are, I light a candle for you .. In your darkest night .. May there always be hope.

These flowers were placed on the steps to the lady chapel in honour of all who fell 1914-1918.


“Lighten our darkness, we beseech thee, O Lord; and by thy great mercy defend us from all perils and dangers of this night; for the love of thy only Son, our Saviour Jesus Christ”

(Book of Common Prayer)