There is a first time for everything.
Today, it was swimming in the rain. We are so grateful to be
here in Brisbane with Doug, Joey, Flick and Greg. It may be raining, but it is
29C. Not like any other December I’ve ever known.
Bailey, the dog – not a water baby – hovered nervously round
his much-loved master. His eyes were eloquent: get out of that pool! Would he
jump in if someone were in trouble? Maybe if his owners were. He might just
give me an ‘I told you so’ glance…
I wonder how often the Lord has hovered round me, not
nervously but lovingly, willing me to get out of dangerous or dodgy waters.
I am so grateful to know that I am never alone. That
whatever my circumstances, the Lord hovers protectively and I remain securely
in the shadow of his wing, my feet planted firmly on the rock. And if I do get
into trouble, he will rescue me. Again.
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