Driving home

Took this snapshot from the car as we drove from Edinburgh back to the little nook that I call home. I realise I have a tendency to become quite reflective as the day gives in to dusk. Oswald Chamber's old hymn was in my head as the sun began to dip behind the hills:

"I need thee every hour, Every hour I need thee"...

I forget so many times that it's not my ship. And though I have tendencies to stand at the helm looking onward as if I am captain of all I survey, it is not me at all, is it. I need thee every hour.