‘Here comes the sun.’ When the Beatles’ voices harmonised
that out of my little transistor radio more than half a century ago (!!), I
sang along happily in sunny California. In the land of blue skies, I missed the
joy communicated through those words. Of course, it does rain in California,
but generally the sun shines bright and warm.
This morning, after eight grey days where cloud enveloped us
in a cold, damp embrace, the sun is breaking through, and my heart is singing
with a new resonance, ‘here comes the sun’.
Before I knew Jesus as my Saviour, and began to work out my
relationship with him, I lived under cloudy skies. When I gave my life to
Jesus, the grey skies cleared and, although clouds do swirl through in griefs
and trials and challenges, the Son is always there.
I am so grateful, in this uncertain world, to be able to
hum, ‘Here comes the Son’.
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