My legs felt heavy as I set off for the guild wheel route. It was daytime but the sun had not shone much today so still a chill in the air. I reached the river and crossed a bridge. Dafodils shone a deep yellow and much wild garlic could be smelt as it grew overhanging the river.
I was focussing on Peter and his denial of Jesus at the arrest, and I wondered whether the world had temporary made him feel heavy like he could not carry on. The day previous resting with just a walk had helped and no pain was felt today, but I still felt like someone had tied weights around my legs. I thought about Jesus, how his legs would have felt. Torn to shreds yet forced to still carry a cross, and yet he had help, whether it was forced help or given help, it was help thankfully taken. On the cross he would have been at the mercy of all, He would have experienced the depravity of the human soul.
The daffodil flowers are beautiful and no help is needed apart from staying away from them and letting them grow. That is nature, on a whole it does welll without our help. God on the other hand seems to work through His people, He chooses to use His children to bring glory to Him and bring joy and love into this world.
Psalm 16
1 Keep me safe, my God,
for in you I take refuge.
2 I say to the Lord, “You are my Lord;
apart from you I have no good thing.”
3 I say of the holy people who are in the land,
“They are the noble ones in whom is all my delight.”
4 Those who run after other gods will suffer more and more.
I will not pour out libations of blood to such gods
or take up their names on my lips.
5 Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup;
you make my lot secure.
6 The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
surely I have a delightful inheritance.
7 I will praise the Lord, who counsels me;
even at night my heart instructs me.
8 I keep my eyes always on the Lord.
With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken.
9 Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices;
my body also will rest secure,
10 because you will not abandon me to the realm of the dead,
nor will you let your faithful[b] one see decay.
11 You make known to me the path of life;
you will fill me with joy in your presence,
with eternal pleasures at your right hand.
The psalms always bring me comfort and repeating the words and writing a musical setting to them has washed away the weight I felt when running.
Dear Lord, help us all to be washed by your blood so we bring forth your love, your joy and your compassion and grace to the world. Amen.
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