What a lovely day. It was a time for Sabbath, after a particularly busy few weeks…
Ice in the morning- then a glorious autumn day, with calm waters holding the reflection of the trees and mountains.
We drove to Inveraray to meet some old friends, Mark and Joy who are holidaying in Oban. It was great to see them again. Mark and I used to lead a music team at a church in England, and Joy has the most lovely pure singing voice. We had lunch in the George Inn, and then ate an unseasonal ice cream.
And sat at the waters edge, enjoying Scotland in the sunshine…
Before going home at sunset, deeply grateful…
I had a tough meeting yesterday- one of those where you suddenly find yourself isolated and scapegoated by people who appear to be out for blood.
But the drive to Lochgilphead was stunning.
I spent some time thinking and chewing and grinding my teeth on the drive home, forgetting again the peace of the Spirit, losing my anchor for a while. Forgetting to bring these things to God.
Not that I believe that God waves a wand to make all the tough stuff go away. But I think that the possibility of a deeper and more loving life is present within all our encounters- and the seeing of these is the work of the Spirit, should we allow this.
As for me, i am blessed by landscape- by the stunning perfection of the Highlands in late autumn.
It is no small compentation