Yesterday, I started a new discipline which I will try to keep
up. A ten-minute walk before breakfast. I read it helps with sleep issues, and
I did sleep better last night.
This morning dawned gloriously. I headed towards the dawn,
trying to find words to describe the clusters of clouds, both fluffy and torn,
offering their moist molecules to the beams of the rising sun. Hues of rosy
pinks, shades of greys, and glows of gold made the sky spectacular and praise
for our creator God rose easily within me.
Then I turned back, and over the Hill of Fare slumped a
solid rug of a cloud in deep grey, almost black. None of the glory of the
sunrise behind me seemed to call out colour or beauty. The cloud just sat
there, oppressive and still.
A simple picture this morning of the critical importance of
perspective. May I keep my eyes fixed today on the Lord Jesus Christ. May I
match my mood with the hope and peace he offers us; may I resist the slump of
world news, the temptation to speak and act as if God has lost control.
I am still thinking of Paul in prison, chained by those loyal
to a brutal regime capable of cruel excesses, writing such soaring prayers for
the church he knew so well in Ephesus. For all who are in situations they didn’t
choose, I pray that God will reveal the incredible height and depth, width and
breadth, of Jesus’ love for them today, that their spirits may soar with His
Spirit. I am praying that for my dear Mom. Set our spirits free, that we might
worship thee. Amen.
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