I live in a beautiful place. I live on the Narrows at the entrance to Strangford Lough, the largest sea lough in Ireland.
Today the weather is different than many of the days recently. Winds blew and the surface of the water was ruffled. In the distance the sea swell made breaking waves at the mouth of the lough. Yesterday sea and sky were grey. The sea reflected the storm clouds.
But today all is well. I look out my window and see still, blue waters that stretch to the mouth of the lough where it joins the Irish Sea. It is unusually quiet. There is no bird song. There are no birds flitting about. They have no need to attract a mate. The young have flown the nest.
The Strangford Ferry is out in the middle of the bay. The sound of the Diesel engine is a welcome sound. It breaks the silence. It is faithful to travel back and forth between Portaferry and Stangford. It provides an important service. I do not feel cut off from the rest of the world. One mile down the road I can catch this ferry and It brings me into the world again.
For the moment I am enjoying the view out my window. The sea meets the sky in the middle of my panorama. Both are blue today. The morning sun rises. There is a contrast of greens before me. My lawn, which was cut recently, is light green. The mature trees’ leaves are dark green. Their green outline stands out against the blue sky. Red poppies and hosta at the side of my garden welcome the warm sunshine.
Our cat sits on the window sill, waiting patiently for her meal. She washs her face with her paw. I don’t feel guilty as I eat my breakfast.
The lough seawater slowly rises with the tide and approaches the sea wall at the bottom of my garden.
Today there are no crashing waves making the waters approach menacing. A lone yacht is anchored in the bay. There is no sound of the metal tinkling against the mast.
I thank God this morning for the view out my window. My eyes are brightened. I am alive to see the goodness of God in the land of the Living.
Look on me and answer, Lord my God. Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death, (Psalm 13:3 NIV)