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Monday, 18 November 2024

Steady ...

 

The blackbird perches on a fragile twig of the rowan tree. She bounces and sways in the wind, thrusting her beak forwards towards a juicy berry. The berry jerks away as her beak pierces and penetrates it, and as she repeats the motion many times, I surmise that every effort is met with minimal success.

She is not grounded.

Jesus told a story of a house built on a rock, able to withstand the fiercest of storms while the house built on sand collapsed.

Jesus also invited us to feed on him. With feet planted today on the Rock of ages, I am able to feed on the word of God and be satisfied. Not just satisfied, but refreshed, renewed, and enabled to go into my day, whatever it holds, rejoicing in the One who is my hiding place and my home.

 

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