I watched ‘Groundhog day’ first and endured the South African lockdown second and one reminds me of the other.
As in every time we tuned into hear ‘My fellow South Africans…’ it was six more weeks of winter.
And yet, despite the happenings in the country and ‘the troubles’, on taking the hound for its exertion early this morning, a flight of birds whipped past me at tree-top level and in my recollection of the moment now hours later, their dark avian forms paused with a pregnant gray cloud as a backdrop looking to the east.
The regulations temporarily forgotten, our walk continued and the rain cloud gradually caught up to us.
Free as a bird like the saying, but thinking about being cared for as His child, which is of far more importance.
Raindrops falling on my head, being reminded of His common grace, enjoyed by child and foe alike, oppressor and oppressed.
Tiny green and pink colonies, there one moment and gone the next, but noticed in His providence.
Spotting a rainbow, though insipid on the cell phone camera, vivid on my photo receptors and in my memory, speaking of how His mercy persists.