Looking up ‘Tranquility’ in the thesaurus produces a string of:
Even something about reading those words produces a certain soporific effect.
The picture above I took at Garrettstown on a day off last Saturday. Without such special days, times with my beautiful (and incredibly patient) wife and our two wonderful boys I don’t think I would last very long in parish ministry. We all need times of peace, days of fun, moments of joy and places to escape to.
We spent about six or seven hours on the beach but it felt like no time at all. It wasn’t very warm, there was a chill in the air from the north east, but we built an enormous sand castle, which later became an alien space craft and a rowing boat (of sorts). We gathered driftwood and made a fire on which we cooked sausages and rashers. Breathing in the fresh sea air all day meant that we all slept very well that night and I was ready in body, mind and spirit for the day and week ahead, (something which unfortunately doesn’t always happen).
As I look at the photo now I am reminded of those old and familiar words that long ago we used to sing in church:
Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee:
because he trusteth in thee.
Trust ye in the Lord for ever:
for our rock of ages is the Lord.