In the early hours of the morning yesterday (not a usual time for me to be up) I had read in Zechariah 2:
"Jerusalem will be a city without walls because of the great number of people and animals in it. And I myself will be a wall around it," declares the Lord, "and I will be its glory within."
We prayed for miracles in the lives of all people who will be down - the kind that can only come if God's glory is with us (I was a little suprised with myself when I realised that I considered us having enough drivers and cooks for camps more of a miracle than people being set free from deep set fear and bondage ... hmmm ... maybe I need to pray for drivers and cooks with a little more faith).
The rest of the day we journeyed some new to me narrow, hairpin cornered, steep roads between our destinations of Avoca Town, Kilmacurragh Botanic Gardens, and Johnny Foxes Pub. It was a beautiful day on so many levels.
KILMACURRAGH BOTANIC GARDENS