Monday, Monday. Dawned misty, with early morning glows
emanating from the trees in all their glorious autumnal attire. As I headed
down the road with my neighbour, walking to keep fit, we walked towards the arc
of a rainbow. Odd drops of cold rain fell on woolly hats but the air remained
fresh and clean.
Overnight rain steamed from the fields as the sun’s warming
rays fell. Curious cows paused in their cud-chewing to regard us with solemn
stares. Occasionally a calf would find us too startling and would dash away
from the barbed wire fences.
Beauty is all around. God’s masterpiece remains a
masterpiece despite the suffering which is also all around. And above the
suffering there still arcs the rainbow, the sign of God’s promise of fidelity
and love. Today I am thinking of the suffering, but remembering that through it
all there is the God who joins us in it. Jesus, our Saviour and Lord.
May all who suffer today be rainbowed. May they all sense
the loving presence of the Father and trust that ‘God acts on behalf of those
who wait for him.’ May we look forward with hope and joy, appreciating the
daily blessings which are all around.
The rainbow has been erased from the sky now but I carry it
in my heart.
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