Today Janet took the Kessock Bridge to cross the Beauly Firth. Unfortunately, although the waters below her didn’t cause any trouble, the waters above fell from the sky and made puddles on the road next to her, which were then redistributed all over Janet by the heavy traffic.
But on a short day of many stops, she had time to dry out as the weather improved.
One stop was at the now defunct Black Isle Wildlife Park, another at Munlochy’s Clootie Well.
The wildlife park had been in disarray before closing. The clootie well was surrounded by tattered and mouldy cloths, each carrying the story of a loved one’s suffering. Last night, the place we were staying had a festival of short films. One was about a man’s love for his dying daughter, which passion, combined with a life-philosophy drawn from tabloid headlines, made him try to freeze her to keep her going.
It seems love can’t let go, even when it is hopeless. It is wonderful and terrible.
And maybe it gives some insight into God’s love for us.
We thank you God,
for never letting us go,
for holding us
in the infinite love of Christ.