Sky is clear and blue, but underfoot the ice is treacherous. Interesting way of describing ice, isn't it? It looks pretty, but if you trust your weight to it too much, your likely to come a cropper. I've got my Trekkers to stretch over the shoes so hopefully I will stay upright.
Sometimes in life the sky looks blue and we may trust too much in the foundations on which our lives are constructed. Unless the Lord is in it, though, our lives are constructed on sand, or in this case, on ice. It's easy to get moving so fast, to be so busy, that we don't recognise the precariousness of our position.
Spiritual Trekkers can help. The bible. Faithful friends. Prayer. These are the foundations hammered into the Rock who is Jesus, keeping me upright today.
Time to go. Where are those Trekkers?
A California girl from a hot beach city marries a country loon from the cold northeast of Scotland, and she's spent the last three decades making sense out of life there. Reflections on a rural lifestyle, on identity issues and the challenges of moving so far from home,from a Christian viewpoint.
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