The Glen through which I walk in the morning is, for me, a place of refuge, a place of calm in the storm. And there has been a lot of stormy weather around these parts - outside and inside. The glen offers shelter and, climbing gently beside the burn coursing down through the trees, allows processing of thoughts. Quite a few trees have fallen this winter but most of those are being supported by their neighbours. There's a closing of ranks as the strong trees hold up the fallen and even those trees uprooted by the weather begin to serve a different purpose. They take on a new life, their trunks offer new opportunities for growth of fungi and lichen and their branches continue to provide shelter for wildlife. I love walking in the glen when there's a hooly outside. It feels like a real battling of the elements. It chimes in with the tenor of life in ministry at present. I hope and pray that I too can find new life and new purpose and strength to keep on weathering the storm.
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