I stood in my prayer alcove this morning and admired the
blue sky and the sunshine, the green fields and the flowering bushes. Yes, the
temps in our Scottish summer have done their usual nosedive and I am attired in
three tops of varying thicknesses, but I am still awed by the beauty of a
Scottish summer.
Everything is rarely rosy in our lives. There are always
niggles that, if allowed to, can undermine our gratitude and turn a smile
upside down.
I’ve just received a lovely ‘thank-you’ note from someone
very dear to me, whose memory is beginning to slip a bit. The gifts we’d given
for her special birthday were probably muddled in her mind with a collection of
other gifts she’d received, but her attitude was one of gratitude for the
nearly daily skype calls I make. She may not remember the detail, but she
remembers the bigger picture and her heart is grateful.
How often I neglect, or forget, or maybe not even notice the
many gracious gifts God lavishes on me every day... but my heart is full of
gratitude to him for the incredible gifts of life, love and sacrifice which I
hope I never forget.
The weather of my life may not always be summery, but I have
a life, a saved life, which I have done nothing to deserve. It is all grace.
And I am full of gratitude.
I guess we’re back to yesterday’s rainbow. Trace the rainbow
through the rain. It’s always there, even if you can’t see it.
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