Tag: jesus is king

  • A Silent Love

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    “The Bible tells us to love our neighbours, and also to love our enemies; probably because generally they are the same people” GK Chesterton Despised and resented the Irish monks that settled in Nunraw Abbey at the end of World War II were absolutely not welcome.  Sancta Maria Abbey in Nunraw is a mile from… Read more

  • A Very Scottish Angel

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    I couldn’t pick him out in a police lineup. Only his eyes briefly caught mine and I felt a warmth when he sat beside me burly, chocolate brown hair, dressed for the season. He spoke with a thick accent rhythmic and singsong unmistakably from the very north tip of Scotland. Betty Hill? Smoo cave? He… Read more

  • Stay or Go?

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    I thought I was a free spirit.  Turns out I was scary, quite selfish, erratic and definitely unpredictable.  I couldn’t trust anyone because I couldn’t trust myself! I thought rational decision making was for people who had given up on romance, passion and living on the edge. When all the consequences of my `non-decisions’ came… Read more

  • Running with the Roe Deer

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    Outside the city’s hype and melancholy, in green pastures where the roe deer stare, then turn and jump, effortlessly, clearing the fence meant to contain them. If they could smile they would, their little white hairy powder puffs they wiggle in delight. Free. This is where walking or running, breathing in the purest air, pumps… Read more

  • Life is Not a Lottery

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    When I am about to re-enter a dangerous situation and arrogantly presume I will get out again, my husband often retorts: “Aye Daniel was freed from the den of lions – but he didn’t go back for his bonnet!” This usually makes me laugh myself back to my senses. Not so for Lot’s wife, the… Read more

  • Highway to the Heights

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    “Take nothing for your journey, no staff, nor bag, nor bread, nor money—not even an extra tunic” To walk more every day, especially in the hills is something I would like to do. Walking teaches me. The rhythm, the fresh air, the sightseeing. Yes it’s therapeutic and so lovely discovering places the bus or car… Read more

  • The Godfather

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    `God’s’ That is the one word that describes me. After many prodigal years I found that out by accident. Killing time, staying uncomfortably, in someone else’s house I read the Footprints in the Sand poem which was in a clip frame in their bathroom. I could hardly avoid it as I brushed my teeth. I… Read more