The past few days have been so dreary the photosensitive Christmas candles did not turn off in the early morning. Gray, cheerless, and wet – whew! Oh so easy it is to slide into a funk.
Well, not so easy: my knee went all gimpy on me. Grump, grump, grump!
And then this morning! I see the sun!
It’s better than a gazillion lighted Christmas trees. For man did not design its cheery warmth, arrange its sparkling color; nor, can man pull the plug on its power.
When rains and their clouds press in, their mass is only so thick. I forget this.
Remember soul, the experience of taking off in the rain?
I am always startled, relieved, then comforted when our plane broke through the clouds and blue skies welcomed us. There I was hurtling through the heavens in metal cylinder, suddenly relaxing, because I had been lifted above the gloomy weather.
Remembering the thrill of that moment, let me plant that thought — The sun and blue skies have been there every morning – though obscured by current weather conditions.
Someone – the infinite and personal God – is above, beyond, and somehow smack dab in the midst of my life’s downpours.
13 For your kingdom is an everlasting kingdom.
You rule throughout all generations.
The Lord always keeps his promises;
he is gracious in all he does,
14 The Lord helps the fallen
and lifts those bent beneath their loads. Psalm 145
Waiting and wooing me — and thee – to break through and fly. (Matthew 11:29-30)
Oh, and that the Christmas cactus survived another year of my tending!
Unwrapped, precious GIFTS each!