Foretaste of heaven

A foretaste of heaven. Great worship at church; a new worship song written by our own talented Stuart Fyvie; brilliant prayers; a sermon that spoke to my heart. Home by the fire with Judy Garland crooning out Over the Rainbow. Tonight back to church for Worship and Waffles.

Nothing more to say except a big Thank You to God for the oases in our lives, when we can slip out of the fast lane and into His comforting presence, drawn in close to his heartbeat, safe in his arms and aware of his love for the world, and for me.

I pray everyone reading this will be blessed by such oases this week. Thanksgiving indeed.

Over the Rainbow

Yesterday I alluded to the Tin Man. When I got to Doug and Joey’s and looked out into the garden, I saw a house which looked just like Dorothy’s when it landed in Oz. Minus the shrivelling legs of the Wicked Witch of the East, and her ruby slippers. Then as we drove to pick up Flick from playgroup, a rainbow arced across the sky. 

Iconic. Such a classic movie and it always reminds me of Mhairi, as we watched it together so many times when she was young that I could probably audition for any of the parts without having to study the script. 

‘This isn’t Kansas, Toto!’... Today at the ‘hillock it’s a beautiful autumnal day, a sharpness in the breeze but a brilliance of hues in the trees, and still a warmth in the sun in the conservatory. This isn’t Kansas either ... and on days like this it resembles ‘somewhere over the rainbow’...

Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving...he covers the sky with clouds; he supplies the earth with rain and makes grass grow on the hills. Psalm 147. 

Thank you, Lord.