One step, two steps… climb higher and higher. Sometimes it is easier to look down at your feet. Sometimes it is easier to focus on each individual step. You can’t see the top or where you’re going. But you know you will get there eventually. Sometimes one foot in front of the other is allContinue reading “Training My Eyes”
Tag Archives: Journey of Faith
The Secret Place
Psalms 91.1: He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I am writing this at the start of the third week of the COVID19 lockdown here in the UK. For most of us, we are confined to quarters, only allowed out of our homesContinue reading “The Secret Place”
I saw… but now I see
I saw the cold, inflexible dryness of correct doctrine… now I see a God who will not be restricted by what I believe. I cannot believe that I settled for cold and dry for so long, when the warm rivers of relentless love have always been there. I saw the barrenness of religious duty andContinue reading “I saw… but now I see”
I thought you were joking!
I’m a bit slow. It had been about two years, maybe three or four times a year; phrases like, “Shall we become foster carers?” “We could do fostering.” Only this time the thought stuck and the penny dropped: “You’re serious, aren’t you? I thought you were joking!” And so began the exploration. I needed time.Continue reading “I thought you were joking!”
Speechless
I have always been speechless… well, most of the time. As long as I can remember I have had a stutter; or is it a stammer? Or maybe both? I quickly learned that participation in lessons at school were an invitation to be mocked and bullied, so as far as I could I stayed quiet…Continue reading “Speechless”
The River
“Come to the River, all who are thirsty.” We Are The River! We are your refreshment, your restoration, your rest, your cleansing! Not… Nothing or Nobody Else! Just Us! I stand on the river bed, a bed of pebbles and stones and dried wood. The plants of the river are long dead. I am notContinue reading “The River”
Of Straight Lines and Boxes
At the grand old age of sixty, I have been launched into a landscape that I have never seen before, and rather than it being frightening, it is exhilarating. The opportunity for exploration and discovery and adventure has invigorated me in my journey of faith. I have seen it in my own life, and moreContinue reading “Of Straight Lines and Boxes”
Rubble at my feet
How I got here is a very long story. It includes reading, music, movies, walking, talking with those who came to be so helpful and significant. It includes tears, many tears, and pain in the heart that took so long to fade. It has been a journey not travelled very often in broad daylight, butContinue reading “Rubble at my feet”
Welcome to the Journey
I am a son, a husband, a father, a friend. I am, a recently retired, local authority foster carer, now a “Lollipop Man” at the local school, a sometimes churchgoer. I am a pilgrim, a traveller, an explorer, an avid reader and novice writer. And I am wounded and scarred, broken and damaged. And yetContinue reading “Welcome to the Journey”
The Papa Journey 