Existence

  "A steel cold corridor of numbing events has risen like a cold Atlantic wave and broken over me... the death of a loved one the hurt of my child has left my soul in recent times trapped in the vice-like grip of a deep despairing agony.

Yet unbidden from a pale blue sky a sunbeam of hope has shone right down into my life transforming mere existence into beauty-filled life.

The storm clouds are parting to reveal a panoramic view of sunshine filled delight ... I know the walk of faith at times becomes a hard-fought hard-won fight... I pray my life will be transformed to reflect your glory light ... I'm not sure where I'm headed but I'm walking hand in hand I can't fortell the future but I walk with one who can.

I'm in those everlasting arms and so can come to no real harm" (Deut 33:27)

"A bruised reed He shall not break and a dimly burning wick He will not quench"