A spate of dull gray days with icy cold rain leaking from dreary skies have made things a tad on the gloomy side here. Walking around downtown Colonial Williamsburg last week Virginia (the person) saw a light silhouetted by tree branches.
In a way the branches reminded me of a wishing bone. Pulling wishing bones as children whoever ended up with the largest side won. Not sure exactly what we won – maybe the opportunity to make a wish? (Duh, Virginia, that’s why it’s called a “wishing bone?”)
I do remember exerting extra effort to win the pulling contest. And that brings us to the relevance of wishing bones and funky tree branches silhouetting lights on a gray day.
On gloomy days we face a choice: to let God’s light shine in us or succumb to gray day blues. Are we willing to exert extra effort to keep shining when all that’s bleak around us pulls us toward despair? (There’s plenty in our whacked out world to despair over!)
Or can we let God’s love strengthen our resolve to keep shining no matter what?
“I cannot feel that all is well, when darkening clouds conceal the shining sun; but then, I know He lives and loves; and say, since it is so, Thy will be done.” S. G. Browning (from Daily Strength for Daily Needs)