I was struck with summer cold yesterday.
As I stood prepared to give a graveside committal service for a 93 year old, we all shivered together. This was the 3rd of June. Not the 3rd of December!
Some years weather provides the greatest areas of disgust as well as the greatest times of elation. A few days ago we were in short sleeves. Now, my feet receive the chill from the ground.
This morning we had rain on the ground. Not a lot. As one person was said to have quipped: The ladybug upside down in my rain gauge didn’t even have wet feet!
Tomorrow is Sunday. We’ll see the sun, I expect. And tomorrow the sun will set. This we can trust in, for God brings the sun to the horizon in the morning, and relieves the sun of it’s duty in the evening.
And so, I head to the end of this day believing God will be there for another day.