... in sharing stories

Published on 23 Feb 2017
Clouds reflected in estuary at Leigh-On-Sea

As I walked up to Lillian’s house, there was some trepidation in my heart. Where would the Lord take me today? What would Lillian ask of me today?

She had her jacket on when I arrived, setting off alarm bells in my heart. But … ‘I’ve been sitting in the garden,’ she announced. It was a beautiful, warm spring day. She had put out cushions on a bench and we sat talking in the sunshine. We shared stories of plants, music, Shakespeare and artists. We watched the clouds – huge and magnificent in an Essex sky and we spoke of John Constable. For a short while, she forgot her Parkinson’s disease and I forgot my anxieties – a gift to both of us from the Lord.

At evening prayer, later in the day, I read from Psalm 67

O sing to the Lord, make music to his name,
Make a highway for him who rides on the clouds.

And then, the next morning, from Job:

‘Look up at the skies, look at them well
And see how high the clouds are above you.’

Thank you Lillian for helping me to recognise my need.