This isn't snow; it's hail. It's little balls of ice, layers upon layers of frozen condensate, each layer representing a trip through the stratosphere high above the earth. And behind the gathering of hail is a sugar baby watermelon waiting to be harvested. Underneath the rich green rind, we hope to find bright red flesh, sweet with summer goodness.
I love the juxtaposition that this morning brings - the heavy blanket of gray clouds against the brilliant gold of the leaves, the hurried irritation of the search for clean clothes against the hopeful truth of the music on the radio. As I sit sipping my "tension tamer" tea (a great blend by Celestial Seasonings), I consider the ever present tension of our world - the unsettling reality of grief & suffering against the calm, confident joy of the unseen victorious one.
Though the day came before I was ready, & I longed to cuddle deeper into my cozy covers, I am grateful that God granted me this glimpse of the eternal.
