Light to moderate rain and a brisk wind this morning, the cloud was down on the hilltops and the rain gave a kind of gentle grey appearance to the more distant parts of the valley. Someone had been thinning out the trees on the Trail, and my walk was enhanced by the brightness of the exposed wood (on stumps, logs and chips) and its several colours, and some fresh new smells from time to time.
Apart from the Lectionary, Sunday is also Mothering Sunday. Mothering is hard sometimes. For some people the lack of opportunity to do mothering is a cause of unfulfilled longing. Mothering can be undermined by alcohol or other drugs or abusive parents. Mothering is part of the-world-as-it-is, and as such isn’t perfect. We need to pray.
Please pray for all people who do mothering.
Please pray for all people who are being helped to grow.
Please pray for all people who need healing.
Please pray for all relationships that need healing.
And remember to give thanks too!
When I was a small child, I went to my mother with a splinter. She tweezed it out and held it up for me to see. “There you are – that’s all it was.” It reminds me of Moses holding up the brass snake.