In the very place where God has put us, whatever its limitations, whatever kind of work it may be, we may indeed serve the Lord Christ.
This morning was lovely; 6:45 am and I am wide awake. (Ok, the Charlie horse cramp in my right leg is not the greatest alarm clock, but it got me out of bed.) I go to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee and notice how bright it is outside. No sun…in fact it was raining. The colors were vibrant. The grass, trees and shrubs look greener; the blossoms a deeper shade of pink; the tree swallows more royal blue as they flew in big sweeping motions around the deck and the robins a deeper chestnut as they hopped in the grass feeding on bugs. The only thing that looked the same to me was Muffy–but we’ll give him some slack. 🙂
As I feed Muffy his breakfast, I breathed in. Refreshing. The grey skies reminded me of limitations, as even my own physical disabilities were on my mind the night before. It is easy to see the color grey and connote it with seeming dreary, as if it is not possible to think that a day without blue skies and sunshine can be beautiful. But it was. In fact, I don’t think any amount of sunshine or clear skies could have replaced the atmosphere that lingered today. Life can seem grey. I question what I am doing or will do in the future; I question about health or finances, about where to serve or what book to read next. It does not have to be this way; I was not created to live this way. I live in beauty, because in the days of grey, I have been given hope and a purpose. (Jeremiah 29:11-13)