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The life and thoughts of Freda Marshall, a retired Church of Scotland minister living amongst the mountains and glens of Argyll.Pages
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The last year
Now that it is over a year since I retired, it is time to take stock. I looked at one of the Stress Scale indicators, and have discovered I am at the lowest level I have ever been. (Well under … Continue reading
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Dentist
Dentist today – now what was that I was advocating about living in the moment? It is just as well it is sunny.
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Living in the moment
Much in my mind right now is the whole principle of living in the moment. It is something we can learn from children, the elderly and puppies. So much of life is about rushing to achieve things – goals, power, … Continue reading
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Temperature
The outside thermometer tells me that the temperature is slightly above 10 degrees. Come on grass – grow! Come on blossom – blossom! Come on trees – tree! Come on you lazy soul – unlazy!
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Hope in the clouds
No, this is not another Christian poem….. You have probably seen the website of the Cloud Appreciation Society, but I only found it after looking for some inspiration in the face of the continuing chilly spring. I liked this bit … Continue reading
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Safely home
Arriving safely home led to thoughts of what constitues home. Is it driving into the village? Is it turning into the driveway? Is it putting the key in the lock? Is it putting the kettle on for a cup of … Continue reading
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Is it true?
Is it true? Yes – is it true? Will hoping make it so? Hope is the beginning of faith.
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Rest
The church rests waiting for destiny to make its mark. The world wonders hoping for love impossible love.
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Why Good?
How can we call this Friday Good? Because love overcame evil and courage stayed the course.
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Foot washing
Jesus washes the feet of his friends they wriggle, uncomfortable at the gentleness of his hands, and the insistance of his love.
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