Popular Posts

  • Nosedive
    Temp at 8 am was 0C! (32F)  Oh no. Harbinger of things to come. It is beautiful, but the apparent price to pay for a clear blue sky in t...
  • Nothing noble about wrinkles
    The follow-up to a busy time in the B&B is Mt Everest in the laundry basket, awaiting ironing. This is the real down side of runnin...
  • Of Dozey Does and Mountains of Muck
    Just back from my morning walk with Dusty. Same route most mornings. Down the path to the ‘fort’, though in the morning I am less incline...
  • Father God
    Another sunny day here. Walking along Seal Beach, I suddenly noticed a dad and his 2 year old boy. The dad was staggering along under the we...
  • Spikes
    Not much time for blogging recently, but my attention was drawn to the spikes on the timeline of how many people check out the blog from one...
  • Sinking deep
    Dusty and I diverted from our usual walk this morning. Having followed her nose to the ‘haunted house’, she then lost interest and wanted...
  • Journeying
    Moment by moment. Every moment is part of the journey. Journeys conjure many things. Trials perhaps. Weariness. Uncertainty. Fun. Laughter....
  • How did I end up here?
    "...stood in tears amid the alien corn... " Love that line. Homesick Ruth, stood in tears amid the alien corn. Keats. Ode to a Ni...
  • Thin Places
    Our plans this morning include a visit to a location which is for me, a thin place. I understand a thin place to be a geographical spot whe...
  • Sensory Perception
    A small posy of sweet peas perfumes the air beside me. There is something near divine about the fragrance of sweet peas, and roses. A...

Monday, 15 February 2021

I Lift my Eyes

 

Temperatures rise and the snow begins the slow drip, creating slush banks on the verges and on the paths. Dampness and dirt. Boggy traps to ensnare the unwary driver.

What was pristine the other day has turned grey, dirty. What could be fashioned into igloos and snow princesses puddles on the drive and on the grass as it slips and slides off the roofs and bushes. Killer icicles give way and impale whatever lies beneath.

I lift my eyes to the hills, and the snow there appears clean and white. I lift my eyes to the hills, and am reminded of God’s purity and love. I lift my eyes to the hills with gratitude that because of the love and sacrifice of Jesus, I am seated in the heavenlies with him today, and I can share his perspective.

I lift my eyes to the hills, and commit this dirtied world into his loving care, grateful for his promise that he never leaves nor forsakes us, and that as we lean into him, he inspires our spirits and renews our minds.

The sun is out and it’s a beautiful Monday. (Just not underfoot…)

Posted by at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)