The Colours of Mabuda, Part 1
It’s a breath of fresh air up here.
Soul stirring and full of peace.
One man with his book and journal, drinking in the colours and absorbing the textures of nature.
There are so many different shapes and curves, everything is so vast. The size of my life is put into perspective when surrounded by such majesty.
This is not Mozambique, but it isn’t very far away from home. This month we are staying at Mabuda Farm. It was a bold decision for us because it is more than just a retreat; it is also a statement for our lives… Time to make a change, a letting go of the old and embracing the new. A moment where we ditch the heavy burdens and pick up His light and easy burden.
Ok, here’s me trying to get an even better view… That rock was a beast to try and get on top of.
Becky, the girls and myself are all seriously refreshed after a month away from the children’s base, taking time to enjoy the simple delights of what our heavenly Father is giving us. It took a great deal of energy and faith to get here. Finances, work responsibilities and guilt all crowded in telling us that it wasn’t feasible, that we should not consider such a venture.
But thanks to good advice from faithful friends and one or two amazing gifts, we stepped out and have been richly rewarded.