I sat gazing out of an east-facing window in the early
morning. Rivers of light striped the clouds, which swirled in varying shades of
grey. One of the strings of light opened into a window, a porthole exposing the
bluest of skies beyond. The low-lying cloud rolled on but the circle of blue
remained, and I noticed that on a higher plane altogether there was a swipe of
white cloud which didn’t move, which stayed put far above.
I live on the level of the swirling rivers. Life happens. Even
when in a ‘river’ of plenty and joy, I am affected by the fast-moving darker situations
and events. It can be easy to be swept along and lose sight of what is true,
right, noble, good, pure, lovely and admirable, distracted by the aggressions,
lies, hatred and ugliness I see.
Usually I think of Jesus as the rock on which I stand, and
the vine in whom I abide, (or try to), but I also lift my eyes to the skies and
imagine him there as the unmoving swipe of purity high above, never changing,
always loving, always encouraging.
I am so grateful for the love of Jesus Christ, for his
sacrifice, his mercy and grace to me. The clouds have largely broken up and cleared
now, and I step out into my day. Have a blessed one.
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