Gray Day


It had been coming all day. From a bright and sunny morning, a cool breeze had arisen. It swept through the cottage, lifting papers and blowing them around the room. In the garden, she could see drifts of autumn leaves flying. Not many this early in the season but enough to show summer was drawing to an end. It had been cool for the last few days, but now it was ‘light jersey’ weather, and she left her desk to find something a little warmer to put on.

That was better.

The wind gusted, and in the distance, to her surprise, she heard the distant roll of thunder. Glancing up at the sky, the clouds were black and roiling in the high wind – stronger at altitude than on the ground.

She had been at home all day, but now she had to go out. A meeting in town which had been postponed from this morning called her to pack up her computer, gather the items she needed to take, and dash through the scattered raindrops to her car.

Lightning split the clouds and thunder boomed making her wince with the sudden noise. That was close. She put her headlights on and drove through the darkening afternoon. Not too far, just down the hill, but at this time of day, the headlights coming towards her were bright. With a sigh of relief she turned off the main road and drove into the covered parking area in the hope she might find a space.

Yes, there was one, opening up in front of her. She pulled in, switched off the car and fetched her heavy briefcase from the boot. Laptop, three books and an e-reader all helped to make it an awkward load to carry. She ignored the lift which was full of children in a trolley, in favour of the escalator.

Perhaps it was no surprise that the down escalator had a plastic ribbon across it and neither up nor down was working. Grasping the handrail she made her way slowly down the steep steps, taking care, with her varifocals, not to rely on sight alone, but rather to hang on for extra safety. She was a little early and she chose her table with care. They liked to meet outside, as it tended to be quieter there, but this afternoon she was not so sure.

The rain spattered noisily from a hole in the gutter 15 metres above her head and clattered on the metal roof. People raised their voices above it and, from time to time, thunder continued to roll. Noisy. Not easy to have a business meeting here today. She would wait for her colleague and they could decide together where they wanted to sit.

To many, it was an uneventful afternoon. To her, it meant conversation, the prospect of some work, a challenge and some soaking rain for her garden. It was, in fact, a blessing on an ordinary day. Quietly, she thanked God for the opportunity, finished typing her story and waited content on this wet afternoon for her meeting to begin.



About Mandy Hackland

My love in life is to encourage others to deepen their relationship with God. I write devotional material, stories and small group studies with that in mind. I live in South Africa and also love spending time in the bush, bird watching and walking. I have moved to the coast and am enjoying the green spaces and beautiful vistas that surround me, reminding me of God's grace every day.
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