Another scorcher in Scotland! YES!
I was out early this morning, watering strawberries and
rasps, roses and flower pots. It was a precious point of reconnection with my
childhood, where hot summers always necessitated early morning watering. The
sound of the spray on the leaves, the steady drip from the inevitably leaky
hose, the scent and feel of water in the warm air. Summer.
The drooping plants, now revived, have lifted their heads to
the warmth of the sun now beaming down on them. They have what they need to
bloom and fruit, to bring joy right where they are.
Coincidentally (hah!), my reading was Ezekiel 37, the valley
of dry bones. Dry bones, which needed not water but breath, the breath of God,
to revive them. Every day, I so need that early morning breath to inspire and
revive me.
Head up now, face towards God, breathing in his Spirit, I am
ready to face the dentist.
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