Only a short trip today, as I move on the four miles from Syston to Mountsorrel to await Gwyn's arrival tonight. The weather was still fine early this morning so I left at 6.40am and, after a stop to take on water at Sileby Lock, arrived to moor at Mountsorrel at 9.40am.
Part of the waterway today is quite wide, and with no towpath. It has quite a different feel to it and, in some ways, is somewhat threatening; there is no recognisable bank to which one could turn to find safe haven and, even if there was, the edges are so shallow that Chyandour would not get within several feet of them anyway!
It set me thinking again about the things that seem to threaten us as we travel through our life. Like the river this morning, the threats can be on the edge of the path we travel, just where we might expect to find a place of safety. But Jesus did not promise to be with us for only part of the journey, or only in the middle of the stream, but everywhere and everywhen. So, even if the places of safety seem out of reach, the reality is that they are not.
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