My skylight window greets me on a wet Monday morning in November with the scattered patter of grey rain falling from sodden skies. Occasional leaves flutter forlornly from glistening trees as black branches tangle with soft velvet clouds and the wet tail lights of cars lights the silky dawn.
Walking through the roar of rain spattered traffic, occasional blasts of scowling moor winds fling past us in a flurry of damp, torn leaves as we arrive at work, stung by the sudden cold.
As people drip in to the staff meeting room, a typical Monday morning at CAP begins with worship; putting God first in the week, ready for the days to come, we stand together and sing:
Turning our eyes upon Jesus, looking full in his wonderful face.
The things of earth, (Mondays, November and rain) grow strangely dim, in the light of his glory and grace!
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