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What do you know about Adelaide, South Australia? Until deciding to create this blogpost, I knew almost nothing apart from the fact that the blogger Elsie "River" lives there. I also knew that the city had been named after Queen Adelaide who married King William IV in 1818. She had previously been a German princess, born Adelheid of Saxe-Meiningen in 1792. Okay let me give you some key facts about Adelaide - just the low hanging fruit of my googling. First of all, the city should be called Tarndanya which was a name that indigenous peoples had used for millennia to describe the location. It means "male red kangaroo rock" after a particular stone outcrop that disappeared forever as the first European settlement grew. St Peter's Anglican Cathedral Adelaide is Australia's fifth largest city. Its metropolitan area has a population of 1,469,163 so if you removed Elsie River it would be 1,469,162. Adelaide is known for its food and wine industries, its coastline a...

 Thank you for your love and extraordinary kindness that leaves me speechless and crying happy tears. I never thought all those years ago when I started that this would be the result. A community who loves me so much, who displays the love of Jesus so well, and willingly gives me their time. Every time my doubt rises to the surface, you come to quash it. You remind me how much He loves me, while reminding me of how much you truly care for me. It’s not lip service. It’s genuine. I feel it in every bone. What you give me makes me rich. A rich, rich girl who doesn’t know how I got so blessed to have my own cheering squad.  I hope I never take your goodness for granted.  Thank you so much. I can’t say it enough for being the hands of feet of Jesus whether you believe or not.  God bless you all.  from R's rue https://ift.tt/5IxmLwc

On Friday, I walked through nearby Brincliffe Edge Woods and took several pictures. I was again hoping to capture something of the essence of  autumn in this northerly corner of England. The image shown above is the best of the bunch. I think it is rather like a painting but I wish that along that canopied track a figure had been approaching wearing a bright red jacket like the solitary woman who passed me by just a few minutes earlier. That would have really "made" the composition. It's only ten days since I shared an image of Brincliffe Edge Road, and here we are again as autumn strides a little further towards wintertime. I love that road and though you cannot see this, the woods tumble down to the right. There are several tracks there and even a concealed encampment where three homeless people live. I would never snitch on them. It's not a bad location to choose and we all need somewhere to live - even those without money, hope or good fortune. Looping round throu...

 Sunday things Happy November. October was beautiful in parts. Very hard in others. One day a time. One minute at a time. I’m learning again and again how God works in His time, not my own. It frustrates me yet leaves with tears of thankfulness at the same time. It’s confounding at times, but that’s okay. For a perfectionist, I’m having to let go daily even if I’m not good at doing it. Disability leaves me angry yet amazed in the same breath. It’s in the way He forces me to go on daily even if I think of giving up more than I should. I won’t give up, but I can’t say my mind doesn’t go there. I see the unfairness in the world, yet also its beauty. I’m a bundle of contradictions lately it seems. I won’t apologize for being human. I’ve done it so often, it’s a hard habit to break. I still wonder after all these years, if what I do matters or makes a difference. Then, I remember, it’s not my job to wonder about things above my pay grade.  If He is pleased Then faithfully Continuin...

  A single herring gull weaves under an October sky, crying plaintively for the seaside. It is the only sound that registers in the minute that follows the bugler's final note. He has played "The Last Post" as perfectly as you will ever hear it. And now there's only silence and a single gull. The air is still. Below the seabird, 24,459 people stand in respectful silence. We are thinking of the brave men and a few women who never came home from war. They were members of our families. Now just names, blurry black and white photographs and tarnished war medals. But we still honour them, giving thanks in remembrance. It is the least that we can do. And maybe we are also half-thinking of the world today, the conflicts in progress, the uncertainty of the future. Having just finished that Beatles book, I realise that John Lennon's simple request, "Give Peace A Chance" has never been given a chance. At exactly two minutes to three, the referee blows his whistle ...

 Lord Grant me  Peace and perserverance As the day  Goes long from R's rue https://ift.tt/xVjuF5p