The morning after our return to Salisbury (where my mother and Robin had been looking after the girls), I found myself sitting sleepily in Salisbury Cathedral with the rest of the family. It was whilst sitting there in the morning service that I was touched in a peculiar way. I was overwhelmed. The sound of the wonderful choir singing like angels, would rise up and echo around the truly majestic building built for God's glory.
And that is what had a profound effect on me - the fact that everywhere I looked something had been created so beautifully, so intricately to worship God.
Then the poetry from the psalms, sung so exquisitely, reached into my heart and the tears started to flow. I just don't know what came over me and I felt quite stupid as Lucy kindly told me that people were looking!
And as I left, my feet treading on the steps worn down by centuries of pilgrims I turned to look up and caught sight of him..
..maybe he knew and understood what had touched me that morning but all I know was that I caught a small glimpse of heaven.
