Buffeted

John 3:8
The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going.
So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.

Monk's cell looked out over the moors. He remembered as a child building kites with long tails, flying them high in the sky. It was fun, wind buffeting them, coming from changing directions - or dropping suddenly to a calm. 

So it was with the Holy Spirit buffeting life from adventure to adventure, neither clinging onto what was nor holding the way ahead too firmly in his grasp.

He felt that breeze again at his back, realizing maybe this time he had got close to laying selfish plans wanting his own way - he closed his eyes, and let go.

Vicar anon

Drew this whilst bouncing around on the Citi 6 today, took most of the 20 minute journey.

Modern Monk

Men's Breakfast was the inspiration for the sketch part of this postcard. Ben had placed his laptop on the rather wonderful Scripting Desk sat in the corner of our hosts living room.

"Faith, Words, Action" and Colossians 3:12 (oops, spot my written error!) were both inspiration from our service at church later on.

What I must remind myself when drawing on the Postcard Pad, make sure the pad is the right way up. The picture above is infact upside down to the PostCard markings on the reverse.