Flunderina's Great Ride' is like time travel, like a meditation, reaching down deep through layers of vaulted treasure. The children are off to witnes - Lydia Du Toit

\nThen the strangest thing happened - the singing\n \nwas all around them and in them.\n \nOut came mountains and valleys and rivers with fish!\n \nIt just happened so spontaneously - \n \nthis was God singing creation into being \n \nand they were there singing with Him, \n \ncreating too! \n \nIt felt like the most natural place to be; \n \nit felt like this is where we all came from!\n \nThe singing continued \n \nand in it \n \none could hear the\n \nvoice of God speaking: \n \nLight be! \n \nand Light was.\n \nLand and sea and oceans be! \n \nand they were - \n \nall unfolding in the most spectacular way you could\n \nhave ever dreamed. It is beyond words; it is\n \nGod's magic!\n \nThe wonder was their voices never tired; they sang\n \nand sang and sang. \n \nWe don't know how long this\n \nwas going on. \n \nIt felt like millions of years flashing\n \npast them in a few hours.\n \nThen there was silence. \n \nIt was not a scary one; \n \nno, not one of those, \n \nbut a silence of holding one's\n \nbreath for something magnificent is about to\n \nhappen.............\n \n\n