Yesterday afternoon, the skies opened and shot bullets of
torrential rain at us. Monsoon-style. Shortly afterwards, the sun shone again
and the ground began to steam. It steamed and steamed until there was an eerie
fogginess shrouding the world in mist as darkness fell around 9 pm.
An hour later, a mighty army of (sorry to mention this
Chrisie) snails and slugs had slithered out of their green bunkers and moved en
masse across the path and on up the wall of the house.
This morning, dewdrops (or left-over raindrops?) clung
beautifully to the spider webs whose numbers always amaze me. Stretched between
prickly gorse branches, filling spaces between the ripening brambles, reaching
between rowan leaves showing the faintest hint of autumn colours: I love the
webs but you can keep the spiders.
The skies have cleared, the sun is shining bright and warm
and we are enjoying another summer day – though the drenched lawn tells a story
of yesterday’s deluge.
Whatever hits us in life, has consequences. Some are
exquisite, some are curious, some are out of a horror movie. When you’ve built
your life on a rock, though, you can be assured that whatever problems assail
you, Jesus never leaves you. He is always there, loving you, whispering words
of guidance or condolence or encouragement or laughing with you.
A crutch? Never. A friend and a powerful Lord worthy of love
and praise.
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