Three lovely WRI (Women's Rural Institute) ladies from the top of Scotland stayed with
us last night. They came in late in the evening, sporting colourful,
complicated-looking handknit sweaters. They’re off to compete against other WRI
bowling teams today, hoping for victory and to take home the cup and not the
wooden spoon.
Listening to their voices last night as they laughed and talked
over tea and shortbread was a delight. One might think that after six hours in
a car together, they would have exhausted every possible topic of conversation.
But no. There were times when I clearly heard two voices speaking, though only
three ladies were there. Who was the hapless listener, trying to follow two
conversations at once?
How on earth does God handle all the competing voices? How
does he follow our fears and delights, our anguish and our joy, not only
participating but also guiding and consoling and encouraging?
We do indeed have a wonderful God. What a wonderful name it
is, the name of Jesus. The heavens are roaring, for Jesus is alive, no rival,
no equal: He reigns. I am so grateful.
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