R's rue

Back from Malton now. It's amazing what memories can be forged in a mere two day break. Though we saw very little rain, the sky above us was essentially a king-sized light grey quilt, blocking out sunshine and ensuring that the colours of the world around us were rather muted. Driving over The Yorkshire Wolds on back roads from Driffield to Malton would have been pretty exhilarating in bright sunshine - with the vast wheatfields  still being harvested and The Yorkshire Moors brooding in a northerly distance. On Tuesday, Shirley and I undertook a four mile walk east of The River Derwent. We parked Butch (new car) in the village of Westow and then a mile away, in the hamlet of Firby, we spotted some photogenic cattle which rather saved the day - photographically speaking... The pilgrimage aspect of this break took me to my father's childhood home in Norton-upon-Derwent which sits directly opposite Malton. In fact, it's really just one big town community separated ...

 Right now, my body is a chameleon. Feels great one day. Meh the next. Pain the next. I’m not complaining, I’m just mentally taking each day as it comes. My words make not pretty like Swan Lake. I’m in battle mode. Fight when I must. Rest when I can. Goods not ridding me of the mountains, but fortifying my ramparts. I’m just asking for prayers. It may become a daily occurrence I heard a pastor say I needed to surrender the outcome, the process and the timing. This one statement has shaken me in the best but hardest way. I have always asked why. I may have an answer, I may not, but with each day the spark grows with increasing intensity.  Jesus  Be near As the Flames Surround me Surrender into The only  Equipped  To handle  My needs from R's rue https://ift.tt/Tfgw0bN