amidst earthquakes
and angels,
fear, fright,
and confusion,
oils with carefully selected
ointments and herbs
all thrown aside,
feet running,
questions churning,
hearts pounding,
tears blinding…
…
came one word
spoken softly,
he called my name…
….
my name,
and I fell to my knees…
…
risen, he was risen,
as he’d promised…
….
risen from death,
from death to life,
I knelt on holy ground,
and he had called my name…
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About Sally C
How do I describe myself, I am not what I do, (I am a Methodist Minister), I am not who I am related to (I have 5 wonderful children, 2 lovely granddaughters and 2 lovely grandsons).
I am a seeker truth, a partaker of life in all it's fullness and a follower, sometimes stumbling, sometimes celebrating of the Christian pathway.
I seek wholeness, joy and a connectedness to all things through a deep reconciliation with the God whose love blows my socks off!
I love walking, swimming and photography, I dabble with paint and poetry...
Eternal footsteps 