Nudged

There’s a very long string of reasons why I found myself in this exact location, under this giant leaf canopy at 7.30 this morning in Whangerai New Zealand…. The last three of them being – the allure of coffee at a local cafe, the cafe being closed for Anzac Day and then the onset of rain sending me for the cover of this tree to see how serious the rain was planning to be. It wasn’t very serious at all but I was so glad the uncertainty sent me hurrying to this incredible spot.

This photo cannot convey how glorious it was to be in the filtered light under this sprawling umbrella. The photo is as an onlooker instead of as an immersion.

Nudged.

Covered.

Enveloped.

Shadowed.

Sheltered.

Lit.

Immersed in beauty.

Loved.

Enough love?

Ever since Miss 6 was born she’s had several ‘other mothers’ – namely her 3 older sisters, but this comment is about the elder one of 9 years.

So many times when Miss 6 was a baby, Miss Then Nine would sidle up quietly beside me as we went rushing out the door and say “Don’t worry about a bag Mum, I’ve packed some nappies and wipes and a change of clothes…”

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In common with Jonah

Imagine God told YOU to hop on a plane and head for Mosul (where ISIS is wreaking havoc) tomorrow morning. Imagine He said to you to go, be a single solitary lone voice there. To stand in the streets and preach repentance or doom at the hand of God. Would you go? Would you run the opposite direction? I do often feel poor old Jonah has been harshly judged by us folks who’d have been equally terrified.

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