Damp...cold, damp, miserable, a glot of water in the sky that seems interminable, a glot of water that continues falling on us for a third straight day with no end in sight. I'm confined to the garage and the living room, bundled in sweatshirts and swaddled in blankets, space heater running on 11, no walks under the autumn sun to refresh my spirit.
And yet, still I remember, that just like those very sun rays, just like the deep blue skies of contentment, the gray skies of anxiety are also God's work, how God is communicating with us these days. Today.
Cold and damp are also part of God's way for us. That's why we have the blankets and the space heater. They are God's tools for sustaining us through the bleh, so that we can take in this side of God, too, and come out on the other end understanding Her that much deeper, and therefore be that much more capable of executing His will.
