I saw it with my own eyes: the evidence, good and bad.
I thought gloom predominated posts I read yesterday, at least in their opening paragraphs.
And yet, with a bunch of them, after that…
But more on that in a minute.
7:05 this morning:
Dressed, having pushed myself to do it, I shuffle from laundry room into kitchen for a coffee refill. Behind me water shooshes onto clothes and soap. In front of me the radio goes silent and Husband appears around the corner, from where he just sat on his high stool, bent down close to hear the news.
He turns abrupt to the calendar dangling on the wall, points a finger, counts.
“Yeah. That’s right,” he murmurs. “The 19th. That was the third Monday in January.”
He’s just heard the experts declare that day the year’s gloomiest. And yes. That’s when his first wife wrote the tragic note to explain the overdose she was about to inflict on herself.
Reasons, he says. Reasons they give for gloom: cold gray weather, days still short, failed resolutions…
He has my attention. I’m standing erect without purposing it, awake without the coffee. Yes, I saw that yesterday, in people’s blog posts. At first.
I was pretty draggy myself. Trying to energize after flu, not progressing much in that direction. When I got done writing, adding photos, posting, and linking, I was bushed! Physically drained, shaky. You wouldn’t think doing up a blog post and a bunch of pics would do that. But now it makes more sense. Yesterday took extra effort. (Today does almost as much.)
I read some others’ posts after that, and yes, nearly every one started out blue-gray.
But every one turned brighter, somewhere along their lines of words. Why?
These Christian writers determined to give thanks when they didn’t feel like it, to count blessings obvious and not-so-obvious, to see God’s grace even in gloom. All saw God somehow present amid the clouds. One (most helpful to me) listed graces and blessings in Christ alone.
Some were working through some really sad or bad stuff right this January. But by the end of each post there was hope, at least a feeble cheer, and sometimes something so much stronger, fortifying both writer and reader (me).
My own post didn’t mention my own droopy starting point, just opened with my declaration of intent instead. But producing it lifted me even as it tired me, and my own words that cheered me most also focused on Christ’s gifts in Himself.
So there it is: strong evidence that looking for the gifts in the grayness, and thanking the good Giver, really does help lift us from the ash heap, whether a little or a lot!