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Thursday, 12 July 2018

The Beach


What a fabulous day on the Moray coast with Flick and Greg! There is something so precious about being allowed to share in some of the innocent delight of a child discovering the beauties of God’s world. After jumping wildly over the waves as they lapped the shore, multiple times, Flick wanted to walk out to the boat moored off the coast, not realising that actually, the water there would be well over our heads. New horizons. New understandings.

We are all spiritual babies/toddlers/teenagers … maybe a few have reached their middle age spiritually but most of us are just waking up to the beauties of the supernatural world in which we live. Our naivete and innocence as we explore spirituality with Jesus must warm his heart. No wonder our Father longs to take us deeper into him, where he can laugh with us as we discover new horizons spiritually, as our understanding expands and our love grows.

We count ourselves blessed to have the health and strength and resources to enjoy the special grandchildren with whom we have been entrusted. Can’t wait to take Callan and Eliott to the beach, too.


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