It’s been a soggy week here in DC. On Monday I heard a forecast about how this system was going to move in and then park here. I thought it was a novel description of a weather pattern, and unfortunately they were exactly right, for once. Nary a trace of blue sky since Monday, and off and on rain every day.
I’m terribly sensitive to weather. I can hardly wait for the sun to peak out later tonight as my phone says it will. I think if I lived in San Francisco I’d just have to cross the Golden Gate on days when the fog wouldn’t lift. I actually haven’t spent much time there, but both times I went across the bridge when the city was misty and gray, pure, almost blinding, sunshine was just on the other side. I imagine that’s almost a glimpse of what heaven is like. One side full of a confusing fog, the other absolute clarity. One side beats you down with the pain of this world, the other side a tearless existence. One side relentlessly tugs at you in a million different directions, the other side there is no conflict, inner or otherwise. On one side darkness seems to be tightening its grip, on the other side ONLY LIGHT.
I am blessed with many wise friends, one of whom lost both a baby girl to SIDS and a brother when she was growing up. I lost a baby (a miscarriage that even after nine years I don’t feel ready to write or talk about much at all — although I did have a good cry over her (I’m quite sure it was a girl) with my husband a few months ago, which I’m pretty sure he was alarmed by). And my brother Craig died when I was thirty. This wise friend intimately knows loss and exemplifies faith. Like pretty much all my favorite people in this world, she also happens to be extremely fun! Anyway, she and I were exchanging messages not that long ago and she suggested that our hilarious brothers were sharing their humor with our daughters. I cannot tell you how much I love this thought.
I hope that clouds make you long for heaven too, that you look forward to a great reunion, that even though the darkness of the world can press down hard sometimes, that you hold on to the promise that in the end Light and Love always win.
In John 8:12 we read this: “When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, ‘I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.'”
May I follow Him today and always, walking in the Light and knowing that one day clouds will be no more.