
For today, a simple post. I was driving to drop my daughter off at a friend's house, and noticed the rays of sunshine peeking out at me from behind the clouds. I have a soft spot in my heart and soul for rays of sunlight just like these that emerge from behind the darkness. It is as if God is reaching down to let me know that whatever my desert
experiences, it will be OK. No matter what pain, heartache, or absurd stupidity (like the fact that Little
League won't accept our older daughter's birth certificate, ORIGINAL birth certificate at that...because it was issued more than a year after her birth date...well, duh, she was born in Vietnam half way around the world, and our wonderful US
Government simply doesn't work that fast. Heck I can't ever get a real voice on the phone when I call
Government offices...more on that later) the sunshine touches me with God's grace.
It is as if he is smiling down on me in reassurance and reminders that He will never leave me or forsake me, no matter how alone I may feel, or how much in control of several spinning out of control situations I would like to be.
So for today, for the rest of the day I will rest in His comfort, and pray that through my cracked and
imperfect being some of His light will also shine out and touch others.
Labels: clouds, frustration, grace, hope, love, Sunshine
2 Comments:
Oh, I love this post!
I'm a sky watcher myself...it brings me back to the days when I was a kid. I loved watching cloud formations from my "seat" on the grass. "Look it's an angel with wings!" What happened to our child-like wonder?
Don't talk to me about birth certificates. My son was born in Sicily...need I say more?!?!? We jumped through hoops to get him on the traveling baseball team (smile!). Let me know if you ever get a "real" person when calling gov't numbers. I just hit "zero" ALWAYS and then ask, "Are you a machine or person?" If it's a person, they start laughing! That's your FIRST and ONLY clue!
HUGS!
Ha! I got you beat, my daughter was born in Vietnam...I am hoping that tomorrow I have the rest of the idiotic documentation I need, and well, I will write all about it. It just doesn't make sense that a meaningless, created promotional certificate for Sunday School trumps a birth certificate and a passport.
So, did your son at least get to be a dual citizen for a while?
Ha! But I know, it isn't in the least bit funny.
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