(Note: I actually wrote this yesterday, when there was ice, and then forgot to post it. My bad!)
Today I woke up and discovered that my car was coated in a sheet of ice. I cannot, even with all of the words available to me in the English language, tell you how much I hate freezing rain. I’ve been in a few crashes as a result of the unseen ice beneath my car’s wheels, and I absolutely loathe the feeling of being out of control of my vehicle. I took things slowly on the way to work, taking main roads instead of my usual back way (which has the benefit of putting a Starbucks on my route), and yet I still found a way to spin out a little bit. My heart hasn’t left the top of my throat since.
Really, as a cyclist and general outdoor enthusiast, we’ve hit the part of the year where I most miss the sun. Here in Pittsburgh it tends to go away, make itself hidden from January until about April or May. It’s there. It is still providing light. It’s just covered by the clouds. But I miss the direct sunlight, the kind that fills you up with a good bit of vitamin D. I miss T-shirt and shorts weather. I miss the summer time.
And truth be told, there are a few analogies here. The sun is always shining, even when we don’t see it. The light of Christ is always in our midst, even when we can’t feel him. Even when we can’t directly access the benefits of God’s grace, it’s in the air supply around us. I still miss it, but it’s there.
I think the hardest part in seasons like this is to be grateful for what you don’t yet have. I think it’s hard to enjoy the sun when it’s veiled by the clouds. I think it’s hard to enjoy the Son when we are so covered by our own agendas and problems.
So my prayer today is that I might see both the sun and the Son. I pray that I could fight my way through the clouds, and appreciate the goodness that’s all around us, even when we’re unaware.