39 years

It comes by every year. A date that makes me remember the humble beginnings of what it means to answer a divine call.

I remember journeying to the frontiers of what is England. Churchstoke appears to follow the meandering border between England and Wales.

It is the beginning of a 39 years trek into Vocation. Where God calls to us to give up so that in doing so we are given for a cause bigger than those which are of human origin.

Its not only what I achieved or less where I lived and went to.

Its who I got to know intimately.

Each place which became a “school” of learning. Yes I did live in Nottinghamshire first then Devon.

From these meandering from the Forest of Dean then back to Nottingham, then 15 years in Portugal.

Then returning for many years in Devon again.

Yes a varied life. The achievements mean nothing unless the vocation manifests in revealing God to where He needs to be known!

39 years I stepped away from home 🏡 to start a walk where God would and should be the centre. Today is my Vocational birthday.

I always had a passion for writing even as a child. The above is part of what I have been doing. Searching out God’s Word, the Bible. Communicating it as clearly and deeply as I can.

Thankyou God for being faithful these 39 years. I did not always get it right, but I am still here 39 years later. What should shine out is God’s true Vocation.

Not everyone understands especially now, where more and more we are becoming divided. The only thing that counts is glorifying the One who brought me through 39 years.

Maranatha!!!!