R's rue

Yesterday I visited the north end of Stanage Edge. It involved parking by Manchester Road - up on the verge opposite the entrance to Moscar Lodge. My plan was to walk from the north to the triangulation pillar on High Neb and back again. You may remember that I walked to this very point from the southern end of the escarpment just before Christmas. Go here . Though our recent snows had almost all gone, it was bitingly cold when I set out across the rising moorland. Any puddles were iced over and soft ground had been hardened by frost. I was wearing my fingerless gloves which are useful for photography but I was wishing I had brought the lovely lined leather gloves that our Ian kindly gave me a few years back. For the first mile, I kept my hands in my pockets just for the extra warmth. The north end of Stanage End is far less popular with visitors than the southern end. Quite possibly this may be explained by the difficulty of  simply parking at the north end and also the mile ...

 Yesterday as I was thrifting, I saw some beautiful pieces. Did I want them?  Yes. Did I get them?  No. I would be able to use them. They would just sit and look pretty. I couldn’t use them. They would collect dust. Nothing else. The shoe is meant to be used not merely admired.  If you’re wondering, the same applies to faith. It’s not just there to be applauded and congratulated. It’s to be active. Ready to be put into practice as at any moment. If my faith is not in use, it does little to no good. Did I get much sleep last night. No. Instead of God take my worry, I decided to take action in a sleepy haze. Let’s just say, it’s not until I gave it over, did I rest.  As I was thrifting, I took a look at the prices. After the item in question has been used to a certain, its value plummets exponentially. Thankfully the Lord doesn’t regard His creation the same way. My soul and body have been put through the wringer, and my worth has never declined. What a promise....