When I had a job in a local church, the very first thing I was told was that I sent too many emails and people didn’t want them. I should have learned by that, but you know me…. desperate to communicate. It’s the way I breathe. So. Here’s the second blog of the day:
This is the evening in West Wales, as seen by a very sick friend and me. She was too poorly to get out of the car, so we looked across the sea and listened to a recording of Mount Zion Church people singing their hearts out. This was the medicine she needed, the reminder of God’s great power and beauty. It fed her soul.
I hope it feeds yours.
As my youngest granddaughter would say, “If not…. bite me!”
NB No filters. Just as it came.