You see, this time last year we were in an awful drought. The temperatures were almost unbearable, and they stayed that way for day after day after interminable day. The ground cracked, as did the foundations of houses. Plants that had survived for over ten years dried up and died.
It was constantly, forever, exhaustingly HOT.
We set water bottles in ice outside our building to try to aid passers-by on the days when it was over 100 degrees. We went through cases and cases of water, bags and bags of ice. Cooling centers were constantly open around the city for those without air conditioning. Those who did have air conditioning noticed it was laboring to keep some semblance of cool in their homes and offices. Swimming pools were packed.
And then came this year, and the blessed relief of cooler temperatures and decent rainfall.
A verse that sticks with me is Romans 8:28. "All things work together for good to them that love God, and are called according to His purpose."
The Message says it this way:
When Mom got sick my sister drilled this into my head. When we knew she was dying, the verse remained the same. It didn't change with our circumstances. It just proclaimed the truth; that regardless of whether we thought so or not, it was all working toward the good...toward God's plan.
"Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good."
So no, I don't mind the gray days. I know they'll end soon enough and the weather will change again.
The only constant I have is the love of God...the One who NEVER changes.
And somehow, that's enough.