What an irony that I drove back country roads to church feeling empowered by God, yet surrounded by ominous gray sky.
Most mornings, after some time of quiet, I’m rejuvenated and stirred in a way that increases my faith. Depending on the day, I may walk in trust all day, or may not even leave the house before I feel less trusting. Hope is like the air inside a brightly colored balloon, it’s what keeps our faces tilted towards God.
Imagine the hopelessness of Mary about to give birth and of Joseph, her companion and support on this journey of believing only because God said it would be accomplished…as they were turned away again and again…no room for you.
Yet, I believe on that night of seeking a place to rest, they were silent in their search for shelter, all was calm and all was bright.
Despite the dark unknown.
Such is a life of faith, of seeking to be close to God. It’s darkness and it’s light, calm and sometimes bright.
It’s mainly journeying with the heart and mindset of one seeking a place to feel safe, sheltered and at peace.
And looking for light, creating light.