Cruising near 30,000ft on my way from Massachusetts to Texas via Chicago. Time to take Kory back to Baylor for his sophomore year. From my window seat the sky is blue, the clouds are white, and the sun is shining, but that wasn’t the case fifteen minutes ago. Fifteen minutes ago everything was cloaked in dark grey and the rain poured down. Funny how I forget that the sun does indeed rise and shine every day even if I’m unable to see it from my location on the globe. There was a terrible wreck on the opposite side of highway 91 as we made our way to the airport this morning. A charred black and jack-knifed 18-wheeler. It tore the guard rail, caused others to collide, and stopped traffic for miles. So much for being an hour early for check-in, and now an alternate route would have to be sought for Robert’s 11am counseling appointment with a young engaged couple.
|Flying "Sun Country" to California last October. Very few clouds in Hartford that day.|
I went in for a yearly physical last week, except it had been two years since my last visit. And the two year wait was “doctor’s orders.” He seemed to think I was such a picture of health that checking in yearly was silly. And it’s true. My cholesterol and blood pressure are enviable. “Hands down the best I’ve ever seen,” he said back then. (Good genes, I tell ya.) So I waited.
|But we descended into a cloud-shrouded connecting city.|
Hard to believe the sun is shining somewhere beyond.
|Thriving during a sunny morning, running on the beach.|
Only recently discovered taking photos "of" the sunshine. Beautiful to me.
|My sunny view from the guest room at my dad's house this week.|
Warmth and sunshine every day is wonderful and effective.
Thus says the Lord, “Yet again there will be heard in this place, of which you say, ‘it is a waste, without man and without beast,’ that is in the cities of Judah and the streets of Jerusalem that are desolate, without man and without inhabitant and without beast, the voice of joy and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom, and the voice of the bride, the voice of those who say, ‘Give thanks to the Lord of hosts, for the Lord is good, for His lovingkindness is everlasting.’
|More photos of the sun on a a morning run. |
This one on the Norwottuck Rail Trail Bridge over the Connecticut.
O God, You have taught me from my youth, and I still declare your wondrous deeds. And even when I am old and gray, O God, do not forsake me, until I declare your strength to this generation, your power to all who are to come.
For your righteousness, O God, reaches to the heavens, You who have done great things, O God, who is like you? You who have shown me many troubles and distresses will revive me again, and will bring me up again from the depths of the earth.