To Stanley and Back

Yesterday was one of the days when my husband needed to be in Stanley to take a communion service in the little church there. It is always such an encouragement to meet with this little group of worshippers and then to fellowship together over a shared meal after the service.

We left home in sunshine but as we turned up the street the skies were black and before long the highway was unable to be seen! The poor windscreen wipers just couldn't cope. At one stage we even began to aqua-plane, something I had never experienced with my exceedingly careful driver husband ... it just goes to prove that everyone must take care on the roads. Fortunately we arrived safely and, almost unbelievably, in sunshine. The sun stayed around for most of the five hours we were there but as we turned back onto the highway to come home the cloud increased and the sky darkened considerably.

After the service and the meal we spent some time taking photographs ... a shared hobby.

Stanley Wharf

I liked this perspective of the wharf 

Stanley has an old cemetery situated under The Nut

This family grave-site reminded me of the  Communion service we had just had  - it is only by the shed blood of Jesus Christ on the cross at Calvary by which we can be cleansed of our sin. I have been saved by His grace and for that I am thankful.

The Nut at Stanley is a famous Tasmanian landmark

What a gentle face

We called into Rocky Cape and even though it was so dark and overcast, the beautiful colours of the coast were still evident

The lighthouse at Table Cape where the daffodils continue to bloom long after the cottages of past lighthouse keeper's have disappeared 

Bulbs are a tangible reminder of the need to die in order to have new life. Praise God that He made the way clear for those who place their hope and trust in Him to have His new life. I hope that you, dear reader, have that joyous knowledge too.