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Friday, 6 February 2015


Watching the western sky gradually fire up from a stripey peach and pale blue to incandescent pinks and roses with intermittent streaks of grey: wow, what a show!

It’s been a spring-like day, full of promise, snowdrops blooming, daffodils and tulips pushing through the hard earth and growing. Mostly at this time of year when the sun is out I notice its position in the sky relative to our living/kitchen area. Sunlight seems to flood the room in a way it doesn’t during winter months. Welcoming. Warming. Full of promise. 

Spring is on the way. We’ve turned the corner. A new start. A fresh season.

Seasons of life aren’t quite so predictable as that. We might be facing our final sunsets at a young age or still rejoicing in an active life at 90. It all seems arbitrary and without rhyme nor reason.

And yet the Bible says that the Lord has numbered not only the hairs on our heads but also our days. He knows how many we have and he has plans – good plans – to fill up the days we have so that we can make the most of the time we have on this earth. Of course we have to work with him on those plans – but that seems a wise thing to do.

So, whether this is my last sunset or I have many more in front of me, I can rest in the assurance that God knows the plans that he has for me and at whatever age, final sunset or many more to go, they are plans for good. 

Sunrise follows sunset as sure as God lives. Life follows death. Praise him for his faithfulness and love.

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