It may sound exotic and mysterious. But as the mist descends
ever thicker on the saturated earth beneath, essential landmarks are lost and
risks increase.
Awaiting the longed-for arrival of a plane bearing beloved
mother and daughter, I am beginning to wonder if they will be able to land. The
website for the airport shows many flights cancelled, but theirs, so far, still
scheduled. That could mean they are en route, so the prayers now are that they
are not diverted to another, less fogged-in, airport, and bussed up. That would
not be funny.
The most straight-forward of journeys can so quickly go
awry. You look at the timetable and it looks grand. Then the blizzard sweeps
in, as it did when I struggled to get home when my dad died at Christmas, and
ended up stuck in Newark for four days. Praying there is no major disruption as
folks fly in for a wedding.
The best-laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley, as the
Scots bard wrote. Proverbs 19:21 says ‘Many are the plans in a person’s heart,
but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.’
I hope his purpose is to get Mhairi and Mom here today.
Scotch mist or not.
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