Here in Britain it is hot. Everyone had been longing for some sunshine after several wet Summers. But a week into the lovely weather people began moaning and wanting rain. Such ingratitude. There are plenty of ways to keep cool. So I want to buck the trend and say a GREAT BIG THANK YOU to the loving heavenly Father who provides everything good for us. It's not God's fault if we haven't the sense to take shelter. If you have a shower you can cool down there. I've just taken a shower and washed my hair and am sitting by an open window and eating frozen raspberries. It's a glorious summer and I want to celebrate it. I feel a poem coming on.
After winter's mist and fog and rain
At last we have summer sun
To ripen the grain.
From sun-baked hill
I see the scene below
Green and gold
Everything aglow.
Why are we mortals so contrary
We ask for sun
And then become all wary.
We cannot take this heat.
In Britain we are in retreat.
We have such strange and changeable weather
You can always knock us down with a feather
We are never prepared
Always running scared.
But I wanted to welcome this lovely time
And see it celebrated in rhyme.
When we lose a loved one it is natural to wonder how they are faring in the next life. I would warn against going to a medium to find out. At worst these people are charlatans after your money, the rest misguided or worse. We are told in the Bible not to try to reach the dead. The best person to call on in this situation is Jesus. That's right, go to the top. He is always available through prayer and doesn't make a charge. All he requires is that you look for him with all your heart. He has the answers to all of life's difficult questions.
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