Summer rain in Melbourne

This is my second edition in Melbourne. This time I arrived in summer, unlike almost nine (!) years ago when I came in winter. This summer I reckon, is a mild one. Hardly any "world record mercury high" been broken. In reverse, there's a lot of rain and chilling days than hot days. The last time I was here, almost everyday there was record this and that mercury high, fall in city water reservation, or heatwave and bushfires.

Now I am sitting in front of my window panes. Raindrops soaked the window glass, leaving droplet marks, that dispersed bright lights from the street lights down there on the street. There is a lady with formal black dress walking under the street lights alone, near the car park. All these scenes happen in quietness, only with the bacground whispering sound of the rain...and the sound of instrumental hymn piano from my laptop's playing Spotify (allright, not that quiet I know).

And Spotify plays "Abide with me" from my laptop speaker. I am so amen to the hymn's lyrics. I pray that my Lord will remain abide with me, in every steps that I take, in every decision that I make, in every things that I do. Because I need Thee every hour, every minute, every second, every milisecond of my life.

And I open the website of Our Daily Bread, the title is "Begin where you are", just as I observe the raindrops on my window pane. Thinking how peaceful it is, the nature and the universe that God has created and creates for us. How beautiful, how serene.

This is what the author of Our Daily Bread posting today (05/02/17) writes:


A trickling waterfall, the wind in the willows, a baby robin, the blue sky, a tiny flower. Why not begin your thankfulness with this?

http://odb.org/2017/02/05/begin-where-you-are/

Yes, good Lord, I thankful, very very much for my life, for the nature and the universe that You have created and creates for us. For the privilege that I received from you, the blessings, and most of all, the Salvation, through the Logos, Jesus Christ. My grateful is barely speakable, because words are not enough to say.