Lake District

Wearing Out

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I know I’m not alone in getting older but bits of me don’t work as well as they used to. I can’t climb hills or mountains any more which is a pity as I live in the Lake District with some of the highest mountains in the country. No longer do I run for buses and even use a stick on uneven pavements. Now I wear glasses for reading as well as well for long distance. But I’m full of rejoicing.

I have time to sit and watch the birds and butterflies. There is time to listen to people who want to unburden their problems. I would like to think I’ve gained wisdom as well as years. There is time to delve into the Bible and discover more of it’s treasures.

Finally, though I know that my body is wearing out and my time here on this earth is less than it was, I soon will not need my body as there is a new one waiting for me in heaven. Waiting for me is a place with no more pain or parting or death. 2 Corinthians 4:16 tells us ‘we do not lose heart, though outwardly we are wasting away yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. Our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory.’

Let the Bus have the Fuss

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Anywhere in the Lake District is extremely crowded. Mind you, the foreign holiday-maker refugees would have found the weather a shock. No lazing on the beaches. After a number of abortive attempts I gave up trying to find somewhere to park. The bus drivers are paid to struggle with the traffic and have their own parking places.

Although I live near the Lake District I hardly ever go there, it’s always full of people and cars. The quietest months to visit are November and January, but I shudder to think of the ice on the roads. I long for foreign holidays to be resumed, then maybe I can visit my local National Park.

Using the bus was the correct type of transport. Like choosing the correct hero to follow in life. We need a hero who can never let us down.