Gray—that’s how it is. Rain, fog, freezing drizzle, snow. My responsibilities demand energy, but the well is dry.
More out of habit than hope, I glance out of the window just as the sun finds a little hole in the clouds and plays a sparkling game with the ice.
It lasts only a moment, but when I turn back to my work, my step is light.
He is like the light of morning at sunrise,
like a morning without clouds,
like the gleaming of the sun
on new grass after rain.’
2 Samuel 23:4, NLT
Kathleen S Evenhouse 