Back in Feb 2013, in one of my first Blogs, I wrote very briefly about timing. Now two years later I mention it again. As we have stepped into the future, albeit timidly, over these past months, we have reminded ourselves that, God’s timing is always perfect.
In January we planned a fleeting 36 hour break. It was to be a ‘grown up’ time and we were going to ‘chill’ away from our baby sitting duties. However; circumstances changed unexpectedly and a fortnight ago we took two of our Grandsons with us. We prayed for a good weekend even though the rain had been bucketing down for some hours before we left Melbourne. It was still raining as we arrived at our destination. That was, until we stepped out of the car at the Lake Wendouree Farmers Market. Suddenly, the rain stopped and the sun shone. The view was enchanting.
During that day and part of the next we came and went to the lake. The water sparkled; the boys loved the yachts sailing in the breeze, and they clambered over the cannons as our other grandsons (and granddaughters) had done a decade before. We took our afternoon coffee at Pipers out on the terraced area in the dappled shade. We watched the boys as they fed the ducks, water hen, and swans. We couldn’t help laughing when Michael came running to us waving his finger, “The goose nearly bit my finger off.” He exclaimed excitedly. High drama! He was so pleased. The boys insisted seeing the botanic gardens and having their photos taken among the delphiniums and sitting on the marble Lion.
The word Idyll comes to mind. My Thesaurus says, “A scene or event characterised by tranquillity, simple beauty, and innocent charm, usually in a rural setting.” Anyone who knows Ballarat knows that it can be cold, wet and miserable. Not that weekend, we had a lovely time away, it was our weekend idyll. Yet again, God’s timing proved to be perfect.
The sun had become quite hot but it was delightfully cool in the dappled shade.