The canopy under which we sit is an unbroken steely grey. The
wild wind of last night has gentled a bit, though flecks of sleet still dance
and fly and splat on the prayer window.
This morning we watched the Crathes School minibus come to
pick up the two children staying in the flat. Deja-vu. How many years did we
watch expectantly for the school transport to pick up our own children? Same kind
head teacher there, extending a warm welcome to these two wee ones uprooted
from their own country, striving to learn a new language and make friends. We heard
they are happy. Praise God.
In the bleak midwinter, God says, I am there. I never leave
you nor forsake you. I am there.
Like the snow plough/gritter which has swept down the road
already, God goes before us, spreading grit to help us keep our feet, spreading
salt to melt the ice, preparing the way. May our dear ones now settling in Down
Under know his presence. Though the last thing they need is a de-icer, may they
be blessed by the refreshing wind of the Spirit today as they navigate and establish
a new life.
In the bleak midwinter, God says, in the blazing summer, I
am there. I never leave you nor forsake you. I am there.
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