Its 2am and I've just returned from Range. Torrential rains and lightning dragged the shoot into the wee hours of midnight and I stood stoically in the rusted shed, waiting impatiently for the rain to stop. As the day flashed by in my thoughts, I was deeply tempted to be rather unhappy about the proceedings. There was much to be displeased and possibly bitter about. Around me were young, bubbly chaps lashing out at the indignities of the military life and I could see why one could easily gain quick acceptance by joining in the conversation.

When these times come, I desperately need time to pause and look at the sky. I saw passing clouds passing in majestic form against the the light dash of blue behind. The vast expanse in its superior splendour and the grace to know that God is sovereign everywhere, and yes even in times of deep impatience and failure. So I could close my eyes and praise the Lord, though I did not feel like it, it was so obviously the calling of all my life. My meaning as God has so lovingly shown, is to glorify Him by loving Him and adoring Him with praise.

Again, I'm shown the weakness of my humanity, how I cannot stand without God and how He is so beautiful and loving. I need to sleep now. God is good.