As we slip towards autumn here on Dartmoor, we do get some warm days that convince me there are just a few last rays of sun to squeeze into my life before I cover up and close my coat against the wind. The pond is one place nearby that I love to sometimes swim, while watching the pond skaters in my eye-line and sipping the cold, peat-filtered water as I step shivering from mossy rock to mossy rock. I can’t stay long, it’s too cold, but coming out I feel so thoroughly refreshed. Sometimes something short can give me joy out of all proportion to its size.
In this week’s Bible lesson, this verse from Psalms did the same thing:
And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water,
that bringeth forth his fruit in his season;
his leaf also shall not wither;
and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
I sat and just contemplated in silence this verse of promise. So much larger than its size. I felt as refreshed and uplifted as a dip in the pond.
Shelley Moore CS 
Thank you for this description, I’m taken there and reminded, beyond hope, of what is the truth.
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