It’s been a busy few months, with a trip to Iceland and a couple of visits to far-flung corners of the country, catching up with family. I’ve seen the death of a 99 year old great-grandfather and the birth of a new neice.
Sadly, we also saw the untimely loss of a neighbour who also served at our local church. She was such a warm and vibrant lady who welcomed my family into the church and who I was looking forward to sharing discussions with about our spiritual paths. I put those conversations off and now I regret that.
With all of this, my attendance at church has been patchy to say the least and because writing doesn’t come easy to me in the way that it used to, I have lost motivation to update this blog. But as I sat listening to today’s sermon, gazing into the beautiful stained glass window that shows Christ seated in heaven, surrounded by seven Angels, an orb in his left hand and his right hand held in the gesture of benediction, I felt stirred to resume sharing my thoughts with the world, no matter how simplisitc or banal they may be.