A quiet day in the country. It is so very quiet here and in the warmth if you sit outside all day you can start to listen to the silence, the gentle sound of the breeze, birds, even insects and watch a bee bumbling for a minute at a hive.

By the evening, sunlight was streaming through atree where thousands of midges danced. I tried to watch the flight of one: impossible for more than a few seconds. They were endlessly moving but never going anywhere, like us.

In the morning I went to the church and looked up Psalm 4: “Hear when I call O God of my righteousness.” What does it mean? Is the psalm talking of one’s own righteousness or others? Is God listening?

To Him are we just a cloud of midges dancing in the evening sun?