2015, a year when my forever young granny , my fun loving uncle (Milo), my daring great uncle (Tom) and lovely sweet gentle father in law passed away. My first thought was that was a world without colour and light. But a different story emerged from our Fitzy family footage archive. As we edited the footage we noticed that maybe when there might be grey skies, how much more a smile can be like a sunrise, and maybe when your wings are a little broken how much more beautiful the flight.
This is how we do church. Wild Treasure hunting fun with our little gruffalos :0) followed by a story on life’s greatest treasure and of course sausages cooked over a little campfire with toasted marshmallows.
Waking up in the swiss alps, with clouds at my feet, mountain dew between my toes, the air chiming like a choir, my skin tingling like electricity, I felt like Heaven was pulsing at the end of my fingertips as I reached up and found myself moved into song, my heart was pounding inside my chest so much I could hardly hold my camera still to take this picture. A few moments before I walked out the door , I was tired, weary from travel work, and obsessing about my overloaded to do list and then bam, boom, this scene hit me. I love it when God surprises me. Because when he does, He goes Big. ;0) .
Barry Fitzgerald 