O Lord, I call upon You; hasten to me!
Give ear to my voice when I call to You!
May my prayer be counted as incense before You;
The lifting up of my hands as the evening offering.
— Psalm 141:1-2 (NASB)
In Fife Yesterday was a warm humid day, which never quite produced the rain that was threatened. Thus I grudgingly pulled out the hose reel to water the thirsty garden plants, watering is not my favourite gardening duty. As I was finishing of with the rhododendrons the evening was sinking into a pleasant dusk. After locking the hose away in the shed I settled down into our bench, soaking in the pleasant symphony of the neigbourhood birds. I realised I was not alone, Millie our cat was sat on the path listening intently and dreaming of a tasty catch. I watched her reactions to the song thrush singing atop a nearby tree in the neighbouring woods smiling as she swished her tail excitedly. I could also hear the five note repetition of the husky wood pigeons in various locations, yet in unison this evening. Looking into the darkening sky I saw the dark silhouettes of Swallows or maybe Housemartins, it is hard to tell which. In these minutes of peace it was natural for my spirit to admire His Handiwork, which lead me into prayers of thanksgiving. Thankfulness not just for birds and the evening breeze, but also for His loving presence that day. My soul was at rest in that sweet moment of repose in His hands, my heart was confident in Him for this morning.
The Lord’s lovingkindnesses indeed never cease,
For His compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
— Lamentations 3:22-23 (NASB)