October, rainy, and mild, this year will soon be over, and still the leaves cling to the trees, waiting, perhaps for windy November.
Or will it be windy November?
As the month began there were forecasts of snow in the last half of the month. Still no snow. I cannot say that I am sad about that. October seems far too early for snow to arrive; it would seem bizarre to have flurries of snow flakes before flurries of crunchy , red-gold leaves.
Weather forecasters do not always get it right.
The future, despite modern technology, weather satellites, and highly proficient interpreters of so much information the future remains un-known, hidden from our view by an impenetrable curtain.
A curtain which the most insistent hands cannot draw back, anymore than the reader of tea-leaves can.
I am glad of that.
There are some things it is better that we don’t know.
I promised to pray for a younger lady today.
We have not known each other very long, measured in proportion to the long year of my life, perhaps we could say from July to October. She is a quietly spoken, clever lady with whole sunny summers, golden autumns, white winters and green springs to look forward to, except that the gloomy weather forecaster has said she has a cancer.
So, I am praying that He who holds the future, yours’ – mine – hers’ will prove the forecasters wrong, and that behind the curtain many years of happy, fruitful life await.
I love the plants and pots that occupy my window sills, especially those plants that come as gifts. I find it very difficult to part with a single one, even despite the flowering period being over and gone, and little hope that they will flower again. The geranium in the photo was last year’s. For months it has just sat there, no foliage, green shoots. There have been those mornings when I have been tempted, strongly tempted to put it on the compost heap. Almost, but:
“There is hope for a tree, when it is cut down, that it will sprout again. And its shoots will not fail.”
“And hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us”
Look, the geranium is flowering now.
I purpose not to accept every gloomy prediction, it is true. Prayer changes things.
Scriptures: Job 14.7, Romans 5.5
Lord, you teach us that hope abides for ever,
When faith is weak and can not grasp the shield or wield the Spirit’s sword,
When joy is restrained, the rainbow blotted out by the cloud:
Then let hope, send out strong shoots of prayer,
That faith may flower and bear perfect fruit,
And our perfect healing