The sky is a grey covering, fitting snugly like plastic wrap
on a plate. A light wind sometimes gusts into life, then dies back, brushing
the bare branches and rustling feathers on the birds which jostle for position
at the bird feeders. A light rain drizzles down, sometimes freezing into
flurries of sleet, and the ground is slick, demanding a cautious footstep.
February.
Looking at Ezekiel’s vision (47:7-9, 12) this morning and I’m
very grateful that the Lord’s promise is that he will renew and restore his
creation. The water flows from the sanctuary, bringing life and healing and
nutrition. I do my best to reduce my impact on nature, and then I trust the
Lord to make all things new.
Responsibility and hope. I carry these into my day and feel
encouraged. Whatever the world looks like, God sees the big picture; he is not
surprised; he is love and he is able to restore the years the locust has eaten.
Full of praise and gratitude.
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