Mourning the death of my husband, I was distraught. 

The world as I knew it had changed. I wandered to the window and gazed at the park below.

Struck by the intensity of the golden light in the park, my heart leapt. The buildings, made from ochre stone, were bathed in golden light. The trees’ branches were almost bare, but still stippled with bronze leaves. Distantly the sea, frequently drab grey, became an intense turquoise. 

Then storm clouds gathered above, assuming an amber tint, and a rainbow arched across the sky. Rain, and then hail, rattled the windows. But I had already captured the vision and wept at its beauty before I watched it fade from sight.

In James 1:17 we read: ‘Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows’. Seasons change. Weather changes. Lives change. But the Lord our God is steadfast and true; his love never changes. In the midst of life’s storms, we are surrounded by God’s glory.

Prayer: Thank you, Lord, that your love is always there whatever our circumstances. Amen