Castaway on th Sea of Uncertainty

So, there I am at the end of the jetty, figuratively sitting in my little dinghy. I've untied the rope and pushed off. My oars are the Spirit and the Word; I know they will bring me safe to my desired haven (which, at the present time, remains a mystery).

My fragile craft is pointed in the direction of Auckland, so, either I will get there eventually or the tide will turn and draw me back in to Christchurch or the the winds of change may yet dump me on some uncharted isle.

Yes, that's right, I have applied for a job in Auckland. An actual real live job this time. We'll see what happens. I feel nothing about it. It could be quite scary, but it just feels normal. Maybe what I've done just hasn't sunk in.

But I need not fear...

"He strengthens the hurricane to keep silent, so that the billows hold their peace" -Psalm 107:28 SPV (Sarah's Paraphrased Version)

Polar Blast!

When I got up this morning I thought Winter had arrived. When I arrived at work my fingers were pegs of white with little bits of red glowing from underneath my finger nails. It had rained during the night and now the sky was clear, there would've been frost if it hadn't been still wet. A SW was racing up from Antarctica buffeting every living thing into a frozen statue. No precipitation, but it sure was chilly! Seeing the new white icing on the Southern Alps cake brought to rememberance the chill of snow-brushed wind. But all that came to mind was part of a song by the "Sons of Korah" called "The LORD's Delight" and based on Psalm 147:

His word runs swiftly
His commands
He sends to earth;
He spreads the snow,
The frost He scatters
The snow like wool,
The frost like ashes

And the hail, He hurls down
Who can stand up to His icy blast?
He sends His word and they melt
He stirs up the wind
And then the waters flow

On the way home all the waterfowl were bobbing in the lakes like flocks of decoys, fighting just to keep balance on the splicing and dicing of the vertical waves.