Weather is a funny thing. It changes.

     Yesterday was cold and rainy. The wind blew, and we wore layers and raincoats. It was a gray, heavy, inside-looking-out sort of day.

     Something in me hunkered down for a long spell of gray, heavy, inside-looking-out days. I didn’t really expect it to change. It felt permanent.

     But it wasn’t. It changed.

     Today is a surprise – a shining, blue-skied day, all warm and welcoming. Now I can’t imagine all this sunshine and color ever turning to gray.

     I guess weather is a lot like life. When it’s all gray and cold and struggle and sorrow, you feel like it will be gray and cold and struggle and sorrow forever. But it won’t.

     After a while, the sun always surprises you again.

“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” Psalm 30:5