I was sitting outside on the deck last week, writing my ‘Sabbath on the Page’ (LL Barkat phrase) and thinking about our family’s recent journey through a very difficult season.
Here are the notes from my journal that day:
Sit outside on the deck in the drips of a dreary day and you might be gifted with a glimpse of sunburst through the clouds.  

But you’d miss it if you went inside too soon (avoiding the chill and the gray).

Why don’t we stay through the gray to get to the other side of the hard and heavy, like steel, that would steal our joy?

We are too quick to turn rather than be tried and then miss the gift of telling others of the Light that was seen through that small crack.

We’d miss the glimmering hope 
that can become blinding joy–
we’d never see the bright glory in it at all if it weren’t
for the darkness revealing the shining gift on the other side.

Push through.
Linking with Emily for Imperfect Prose

photo of Elliott Bay, Seattle by my daughter Leah Johnson

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