On my drive out, the clouds were like stone and dust - and the sky - only white - not warm. Yet there were pockets where yellow sun shone through and heaven's blue, though striaed with strata marks - revealed itself.
As I read and sat and prayed and gave up the mark of the married, wind rushed all around. But flowers stayed planted, grasses stayed lush and there was a peace in Morden's valley.
I'll drive home and remember and let tears roll down - but I have moved one step further today.
He is our refuge and strength
A very present help in time of trouble.