a new beginning
When we go go bed at night there is an expectation that the sun will rise in the morning as it has daily since time began. The sunlight isn't always the same quality or brightness, but we can count on the fact that it will arise anew.
As my husband and I drove to my brother-in-law's this week, I was struck by the murky quality of the daylight in the valley. It felt even gloomier because our journey had started under a bright, cloudless blue sky. As we dropped down into the valley from the hills, I was astounded at the depth and thickness of the cloud layer below. We drove for miles under a gray, featureless sky taunted by the occasional glimpse of sunshine past the edge of the hills.
It struck me that while my immediate world was colored gray, above and over it lay the blue, sunshine-drenched sky. As it often happens, I find my nose so stuck in my dismal circumstances-of-the-moment that I don't/can't lift my head up to catch a glimpse of hope.
In my new way of thinking, I'll keep my eyes focused upward, looking beyond my circumstances and past the immediate murkiness of the low-slung sky. I know without a doubt that the bright light of hope is shining faithfully, and it's mine for the taking. All I need to do is believe.
blogmeister's postscript: I made some graphic changes to the Groovy blog just because I felt like it, and because my blog guru changed her's. It looked like fun so I gave it a try. She likes it. I'm not sure. Bear (or is that bare) with me as I experiment.
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