Meant to say yesterday that it was like going back in time walking the towpath towards our boat after dark. Suddenly all over the sky there would be a burst of noise and colour as individual houses enjoyed their own display of fireworks. That always used to be the case before the big displays became the norm and probably for good reason as I remember there always used to be some horrible injuries as a result of firework night. Still, it was fun not quite knowing where the next bang was coming from!
Sunday was a day of mixed emotions, starting with the acts of Remembrance in the morning and then a service for the bereaved in the evening. Mum was very much at the centre of my thoughts, unsurprisingly as it is barely three months since she died. I was reminded of the dark tunnels that we have travelled through on our canal journey so far. One in particular was so long that we could not see the end until we had rounded a corner and then it was only a pinprick of light. We had to rely on our one headlight for guidance. Following God is a bit like that. He can show us the way if we look to him for our direction in life but believing in God doesn’t prevent us entering dark tunnels and sometimes it can be a long time before we even see a pinprick of light at the end of the tunnel. Once the pinprick appears though, eventually as we travel through, the circle of light gets bigger and bigger until we leave the tunnel behind us and enter into daylight. On days like today which feel bleak and dark the thought of a glimmer of light at the end of a dark tunnel fills me with hope. And don’t we need that at the moment with life feeling so precarious and unpredictable.
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