Sunday, 21 December 2008

Consider the lilies

I thought that when I started this blog lark I'd be a bit more regular...until flu intervened (are blogs like vegetables?). However, I've been out of it for the past few days, suckered by a really nasty bug.

I also stated that I hoped to get to get a bit more into the outdoors again.

Well, here's a strange sort of optimism (uncharacteristically) from me at this time of year: this volatile virus has actually helped me, by shedding around 5 pounds from my rapidly expanding waistline!

Sustained by Weetabix and soup, and for two of these past few days only water, I managed a rare smile when it occured to me that all those Chinese takeaways had, in fact, been a wise move. I'd cleverly stored up enough essential fatty matter for this "Rainy Day". And although I reckon I'm through the worst of it, I'm not back on solids just yet, so more pounds could disappear. It just gets better and better!

Consequently, this could be the start of the long road back to fitness and, hey presto, the great outdoors.

And here's a lesson I'd do well to learn - if I could aspire to scale the heights of regular life with the same degree of optimism, I reckon I'd be onto a winner.

So why worry, it's all in His hands.

Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you, O you of little faith!
Luke 12 v 27,28

Or, for the more secularly inclined:

"Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds,
Pitch by my doorstep,
Singin sweet songs,
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin, (this is my message to you-ou-ou:),
Singin: dont worry 'bout a thing,cause every little thing gonna be all right".
Bob Marley


  1. Hey, Stewart! If you could bottle that virus, I'm sure people would buy it as a diet aid!!:-) You could lose weight and make a mint.
    I need to get my bike out of mothballs too, so ...

  2. SEnding you some valuable virus through cyberspace, big man. With compliments.