The glow of a golden dawn tinged the delicate pink blooms of
the flowering cherry tree, giving them a richness and depth. The cherry tree
was a gift from a friend thirty-four years ago when my sister died. The colour
is a beautiful reminder of the gentle touch of the Father on our deepest griefs;
his love doesn’t take away the pain but reminds us that whatever challenges we
face, we never walk through them alone.
Sitting in the prayer window, I watch as a pair of geese fly
low over the field. In silence. Usually I hear them coming, but this pair were
perhaps just enjoying the beauty of the awakening spring morning. Aware of each
other’s companionship.
Our precious daughter is on the flight from LA this morning,
on her way to London. Tomorrow she should be making her way home to Scotland.
Thanks be to God. It’s a beautiful morning.
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