The breeze caresses my upturned face, gentle and warm. The sensation
takes me back to childhood, a certain place in the strip mall near our home:
the welcome breeze that seemed always to blow at that point.
A walk on this perfect evening. A long summer evening, where
the sun is not due to set until after 10 pm. Warm enough for t-shirt and
cut-offs. 81 degrees.
The gloaming. Perfect.
I pick up the usual drinks cups and cans which often seem to
litter that particular stretch of country road. I talk to the cows who thunder
across the field to stare curiously at me, their big wet noses sniffing the
air, I guess picking up my scent. Beautiful faces, gentle, soft ears tuned to
the sounds of this rural idyll.
Returning home, I round the corner onto the drive and
instinctively look down towards the house. Indy used to wait for us there, and
her absence is still sharp and painful.
Just grateful tonight, grateful for the peace and security
of this bit of the world. Grateful for the incredible people in my family and
friendship groups, people who live out their faith through gentle joy,
persevering hope, and unshakeable love.
Grateful to the Creator God who made this beautiful world,
who died for us all, and who is coming back to sort it out. Thank you, Jesus,
for your faithful promises to which I cling.
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