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I lift up my eyes...

Did you miss me? Things have been a little hectic with the closing days of sabbatical and preparations for our move (ah, the joys of Methodist itinerancy - more of that anon...) Anyway, what follows was prompted by reading Psalm 121 this morning before doing my chaplaincy round at the Ulster hospital, together with a reflection in a devotional book aimed at helping those with a cancer diagnosis: 

I lift up my eyes to the hills, But find the crumbling concrete fa├žade Of a hospital ward block. From whence cometh my help?
The hospital is cradled Between beautiful green hills. Housing creeps towards the crests But still the hills stand secure.
And behind the hills stands their maker, The creator of heaven and earth, seen and unseen, Ever watching, never sleeping Day and night, summer and winter.
From whence cometh my help? From doctors, nurses, therapists and chaplains From professionals, family and friends But ultimately from the Lord
I lift up my eyes…