I think most of us agree that the way we view our circumstances can make or break the day. Yesterday, when I awakened early to a gray landscape, I wrote this:
The day threatens rain. Gray clouds hug the horizon. The river stretches along the valley like an old silvered mirror, its surface reflecting the somber landscape.
In my yard, one branch of holly—winter’s balm—peeks from behind the oak, pointing down to God’s surprise. Tender grass sprouts in the drab lawn bringing purpose to whatever rain might fall.
Even so, what a pleasant surprise when the sun came out.
O, You, Who established the seasons.
Green up my soul and
Let Your life burst forth as
I go about this day.
Even when the morn breaks somber,
You are with me.
Even when my soul feels bleak,
You reveal Your life
If I but shift my gaze.