When I was invited to go on a trip to Slovenia in 2010, I had no idea what to expect. The plan was to meet and encourage some isolated Chri...stians there and discuss the possibility of planning a future music trip with my folk group Slemish.
We flew to Vienna from where our missionary friend drove the three hour car journey into Northern Slovenia,
where we would be based for the first few days. I probably slept most of the car journey and when I woke up we were still driving but it was really dark outside apart from what the headlights of
the car revealed. So I really had no idea what the landscape was like even when we arrived at our guest house because the pitch black darkness gave nothing away. As I went to sleep for the first
night in this dark new country I wondered what the dawn would reveal, but I had no idea that such a spectacular view would unfold
The morning sun beamed early through my bedroom window as if to beckon me to come gaze in wonder at the endless horizons... I was up and out each morning at sunrise for some of the most memorable and peaceful photographic expeditions to discover captivating colours. shadows and landscapes of vineyards, church spires and mountains... and all before the other guys surfaced for breakfast.
We met some amazing people in Slovenia, and hopefully will visit again one day, with or without Slemish, but for me the whole trip was worth it even just for the early morning times I spent alone with God and my camera in the shadow and warmth of the rising sun.
No matter how much darkness surrounds us or how bleak things may look sometimes, God causes the sun to rise every morning, and each new day is filled with endless horizons of possibility. "No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined the things that God has prepared for those who love him." (1 Cor. 2:9)
One evening I was on a sunset walk at Islandhill, County Down. On the way back from the island I noticed an unusual calm stretch of water reflecting the setting sun. On my walk I had been praying through some doubts I was having about
where I should be and what I should be doing with my life. As I was walking, the more I looked at the water, the more I could see a shape forming...
When it clearly became an arrow I sensed that God might be speaking to me in a very creative way. The arrow was pointing directly
to the spot where each morning I had been watching the sunrise. It was as if God was showing me that I was exactly where He wanted me to be and that the time spent walking, praying, gazing
in wonder and photographing the beauty of His Creation was so important and never time wasted. I believe that's why He painted this arrow in the water just for me. God speaks all the time - you
just have to be ready to listen, or in my case stand in amazement at His artistry!