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Monday, 25 July 2016

Grey or Blue?

The dark grey clouds hung heavy over the conservatory, weeping buxom drops in copious sheets onto the roof. I’d already hung the king-sized sheet and duvet cover out once, brought them in, and re-hung them out, hopes high that the intermittent sunshine would prevail. 

I hovered between leaping up and racing out once more, or sinking back and reading another article. I was encouraged to leave them hanging, confident that dry skies soon would return.

Indeed, the blue skies were visible, nearly overhead, yet the weepy clouds remained tethered over our house and drying lines, an oxymoron in such a climate. It seemed the clear blue skies would remain just out of reach.

Such is life. At times the grey clouds seem to hang interminably overhead. Sometimes the blue skies are tantalisingly close; other times the horizon flat-lines into a grey sameness. 

Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever. Torrential rains or blazing suns don’t diminish nor enhance his love for us, his constancy of favour and grace he beams into our hearts if only we can open them and receive. His love has the power to transform attitudes and situations, and to confer his power into our own lives so that we can live the victorious lives to which he calls us. 

This is the day the Lord has made. Grey skies or blue. He is love, and he is real, and he is alive.

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