This great city...

Last night I was wandering London by moonlight.
If you have never done it, I would strongly recommend you try it some time.

There is a side to this great city that reveals itself ater sunset.

I started in Covent Garden, through the cobbled, winding streets.

Out into the dignified open of Trafalgar square.

Down the Great avenue to Buckingham Palace.

Past the Houses of Parliament and Big Ben.

All by nightfall, the moon and old fashioned streetlamps guiding the way.

A chill in the air. The same wonderful chill that London keeps always.

Standing on the bridge, I had London at my feet. All around me were the sights that so many generations have seen and adored. This city is so beautiful. So majestic. So regal. So full of life and tranquillity. I feel I can see, feel the soul of this city, as strange as this seems.

And I am in love with it. There is so much history and depth. So many lives have been and gone here, so many stories that will never be known. How many people have stood where I was standing? A thousand years ago, did a girl gaze upon her city in love, and ponder the same things that are within my heart today?

There are many ways in which this city reminds me of our Father. So wise. Incredibly beautiful. Mysteriously undiscovered depths. Trancending complete knowledge and understanding. Ever strong and constant.

This is my home, and I have never realised the full priviledge of calling it so. I will always return to her. Wherever the Lord takes me, whatever is next, I know London will always be here for me.

That brings me wonder.