on this pathway of peace, rest your weary wings on bluebells, whose scent delights us all;
ask the trees the secrets of those who walked afore me in the distant years gone by;
clouds dance over green pastures as He watches from above;
I hear the sound of angels singing resounding in the breeze
The undulating hills unfold a new delight to see
lambs & flowers abundant..anew, alive and free..
A lovely experience..peaceful..simply living..
No television..no noise..
peacefully reflecting or discovering each others amazing stories ..
helping each other..
encouragement.
Being alone with God and only nature around me..
everything provided for us..food..bed..fellowship..
just keep on taking steps..
Highlights for me:
- Regularly reciting the Lord's Prayer..
- Praying for Gail's phone to be found & it was prayer answered.. I rang Gail's phone & prayed out loud that someone kind would maybe find it & dial the last number, i.e. mine & we would get it back. God went beyond that & the finder even drove to the hotel to return it..
- It was lovely to sleep..eat..pray..walk..talk..pray..eat..pray..sleep..care for each other in amongst Gods beautiful still unspoilt creation..what a simple life..no wonder monks climb highest mountains or built beautiful remote abbeys to live that way..!
- Sitting on the serpent bench en route reminded me of the passage: rebuke the devil & he will leave you. We were all sitting and squashing him.
- Walking as so many on Holy Land..
- Being in the chapel in Canterbury cathedral taking communion with the sounds of a beautiful choir practising below with holy love deep in my heart for my brothers & sisters on the walk & for the Lord....i wondered if this was a taste of Heaven..with the peace..the choir sounding like angels..the love..the blood & body of Christ.
- The psalm which has accompanied me for the last traumatic year has been Psalm 23: The Lord is my Shepherd. I recite it often & we prayed it one evening.
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