The drizzle from the sky keeps coming, and I am beginning to know that to stay here means to accept it. For the past several months, there seems to always be someone coming down with something: a fever, a cough, congestion, runny nose and eyes, sore throat, sleeplessness, and I am beginning to think that to stay here means to accept this as well, rather than be discouraged by it. There is less time for creative pursuits, less motivation or material for photographs and blogging, and I am beginning to wonder if to be here, fully here in the way I have been asked to be, means also to accept this.
The drizzle continues and I go out and walk in it. I listen to words from Tim Keller on tears and our emotions and what to do with them- how the Bible gives us a third way-- not the religiosity that says "ignore your feelings!" or the modern thinking that says "indulge your feelings!" but a third way that says "invest them." And really, the investing happens through prayer. Acceptance then, of whatever is given, comes all wrapped up in quite a weight of feelings... and all of it is poured out, sowing a rich reward of joy, through prayer.
Gray days may not have a lot of color to them, but they are not without their own kind of light, even illumination.