#fridayfootprints – Friday 17th December 2021

Patiently we wait, recognising that the steadily swelling blossoms are about to deliver the long-anticipated birth of splendour.

The preparation for this moment may have been long and arduous, but the promise: Oh, how we live for the promise.

As gardeners and Christians, the parallels in life and faith are intertwined in creation. We know the story by heart and we live through the chapters year after year and even when the ending is filled with pain and tragedy, still we wait patiently for the birthing. Time spent in fellowship with Him are the lifeblood of our existence and Advent is the chance to renew that connection for another year.

As we go into the final days, the pregnant ‘blossoms-in-waiting’ stress the final moments in the build up to the birth of our salvation. Like children we cannot hide the excitement of the final days. If we do, it threatens the rest of the storyline into becoming just another event to ignore in our crowded lives. And with that He is condemned to exist beyond the boundaries of our wilderness’.

May you feel the upwelling of expectation, may hope cover the lining of your soul, let joy build to bursting point so that His love can explode over humanity with a force that makes salvation the only outcome and His whisper a spiritual indwelling that brings blessings and Love in His name.

#fridayfootprints – Friday 1st October 2021

Silence is the loudest word written on the pages of my soul! And as each page is turned so a different nuance of silence is revealed.

Silencing my mind from the cluttered thoughts that distract me from my purpose.

Silencing my emotions where love and hate jostle for pole position.

Silencing the outside world that threatens to invade my being as a pandemic of humanity.

Silencing the egos of my fears and dreams as they wage their own battle for control of my inner universe.

Silence is only achieved when I hear Him as His perfect silence opens the gates to His whispers that become the brush strokes of His Word in my wilderness as they paint a picture of light that dispels all shadows real or imagined.

The power of silence is the miracle of being opened to the presence of His Spirit in the sweep of His brush strokes on our daily canvas. Paint me, Lord – in my silence!

#fridayfootprints = Friday 16th April 2021

Out the darkness comes a silent breath that whispers over the surface of my existence. A wind that is gentle enough to float dandelion seeds to the softest of landings. A breath powerful enough to break the bondages of the burdens we carry.

A wind, when breathed, that changed the course of history is the same wind that fans the flames of Christian growth in the Spirit.

It all started with one breath.

One whisper on His triumphant return from the wilderness.

One breath, one wind, one Spirit that was to make the journey worth living for. And dying for! One breath that blows the ‘self’ out of our daily lives.

He lived to breath on us a whisper in our wilderness! Feel His breath and feel your hairs rise to meet it.

#fridayfootprints – Friday 26th March 2021

Like dancers they float on the stage of my faith.

A portal to paradise, His Spirit, His Grace.

The orchestra sounds out a wilderness hymn,

the Pas de Deux floats, first me then Him.

He grasps, I twirl,

the conductor’s baton,

an arm’s length swirl.

In the dying days of Lent we draw closer to our ‘Portal to Paradise’ through His whispers in the wilderness. A dance with the Trinity to take us into an everlasting dance with Him.

#fridayfootprints – Friday 11th September 2020

Lavender is for many cultures a balm for a variety of ailments, most notably for stress/tension relief and as a mood enhancer.

Even looking at the photograph eases my stress levels! You hardly notice the burnt-out trees on the horizon, evidence of a devastating fire!

Peace and tranquillity are where we look for it in time spent with God. The closer we get to His creation, the easier it is for the Trinity to find a way through the man-made barriers we erect without even knowing it. When we allow all our senses to be exposed, opened, so this helps the process in connecting with God.

So many people in the world live in areas where they are overwhelmed by the sights, sounds and smells of humanity, that their sensory overload, blocks any chance of them finding peace or a tiny corner of tranquillity. Somehow this is a luxury they may have to forego.

Others are blessed to live where God seems to wrap them in His personal cocoon of peace. And somewhere in between the rest move up and down the highs and lows of spiritual connectivity opportunities.

If we have ever been able to experience some form of connection with God, then we know the spiritual power that that has left in us and if we can have just one prayer left at the end of the day it should surely be for those who find it impossible to find His Peace in the hustle and bustle of the world today.

‘Lord for those who do not know your peace, let your wilderness whisper to them today.’

#fridayfootprints – Friday 14th Augustus 2020

The bracket fungus grows on dead trees. It forms part of the process of decomposing the wood so that it once again becomes part of the nutrient cycle that will feed new life.

A death to self!

The Spiritual event that coincides with this death and regeneration to a new life is a baptism in a relationship with the Trinity as one of boundless joy that cannot be expressed except through an exhilarating splash of the baptismal waters.

Everywhere we look in creation, we see God’s hand at work, teaching us through the things that we are surrounded by. This is His wilderness whispering! Our time of contemplative awareness of His presence in our lives, depends on us not only inviting Him in but also in opening our eyes and ears and touch to the essence of His being around us.

We do not just hear the wilderness whisper through our soul in praise and worship and prayer, we hear the whisper by being aware of His creation through sight, sound and touch.

Indeed, ‘Heaven is at hand …’ when we become aware that the wilderness can whisper.

#fridayfootprints – Friday 21st February 2020

The forest is a ‘state of mind’ ….. and spirit!

I have entered the forest alone when the sun stands high above the hills, yet there is a shadow that permeates the forest. A sense of darkness that causes the hairs on the back of my neck to stand to attention. It is a black hole that the music that plays in my sub-conscious is fitting of a horror movie score. Eerie sounds and shapes and shadows that scare my soul.

I have also entered the forest in the late afternoon dusk, where the sounds of birds singing their ‘goodnight’ lullaby’s play harmony to the leopard’s ‘wood saw’ rasp that echoes as he inspects his territory.  All these sounds combine to form a silence under a leafy comfort-blanket, where my soul can find solace and my mind can empty itself in preparation of a renewed sense of being.

Yet it is the same forest!

The only difference is my perception. And my perception is guided by my spiritual well-being.

If my spirit is positive, so is the forest. When my spirit is depressed and apprehensive, so is the forest just as scary.

If I am at peace with the Lord, then I am at peace with the forest, because the forest is a state of mind …. and my spiritual connection with the Trinity. A connection that is rooted in the nature and existence of the forest and how I experience it and react to the world around me.

And when the spirit is right, that is when the wilderness whispers, like a ‘fairy’ bath ready for a baptism for those that that can see beyond the reality of their fears and preconceptions!

#fridayfootprints – Friday 1st November 2019

Through the mist of butterfly’s breath

Is a garden.

And in the garden

Is a flower.

And in the flower

is the pollen

And in the pollen

resides the Word.

And the Word and the Garden are one

under the Master Gardener’s Hand.

And the Spirit flutters to and fro

as we Garden with God.

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