Give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love and his wonderful deeds. (Psalm 107:8)
Our capricious weather appeared to be at its mischievous best one recent Sunday; steadily falling snow during the early hours, which later gave way to the sun shining brightly in cloudless blue skies. As Charles Dickens once said,
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light and winter in the shade. (Great Expectations)
As I sat quietly in Church waiting for Morning Service, my attention was momentarily grabbed by a slight flicker of movement on the window. Against the coloured panes the tiny and now still silhouette was unrecognisable, but my curiosity and patience were soon rewarded when the briefest of fluttering revealed it to be a butterfly basking in the fleeting interlude of warmth.
Undoubtedly fragile but nevertheless courageous, this butterfly was, it seemed, a herald of Spring; having been given the gift of life, it had become a harbinger of hope to anyone watching and listening.
Throughout our lives, we are blessed with many varied gifts. Unlike confetti they aren’t sprinkled on us for a joyous moment, only to be shrugged off and forgotten. Given by God, they must be nurtured and used wisely.
Whether our blessings
Are big or if they are small
We need to be thankful …
To God who supplies them all.