Little suns at ground level

Submitted by RR on Thu, 21/03/2019 - 17:22

I had a walk by the river today. It was pleasantly mild though the sky was overcast – almost uniformly grey but with just a few lighter patches as a reminder that the sun was up there somewhere!

There were flowers along the riverbank: lesser celandine, coltsfoot, dandelions; all glowing gold amongst the grass, little suns at ground level. On the opposite bank I could see the paler, lemony, gleam of primroses.

Yet only a few days ago they were all under water as the river, swollen by the rain, burst its banks and inundated the fields with a rushing torrent.

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow you...

Isaiah 43:2

Immortal honours rest on Jesus’ head,

My God, my portion, and my living Bread;

In Him I live, upon Him cast my care;

He saves from death, destruction and despair.

He is my refuge in each deep distress,

The Lord my strength and glorious righteousness.

Through floods and flames He leads me safely on,

And daily makes His sovereign goodness known.

My every need He richly will supply,