So, my husband called me from work today. This is how the conversation went…
Him: “So, how are you doing?”
Me: “Oh, fine. The weather’s pretty dreary though.” He works in a basement office with no windows, so I always feel compelled to give him a weather report.
Him: “Oh, yeah?”
Me: “Yep. Pretty typical February day.”
(Long pause).
Him: “Uh, Karen?”
Me: “Yeah?”
Him: “It’s November…”
Me: “What? Oh, yeah. Right. November.”
I’m thinking it might be a long, long winter.
Just two days ago, we had one of those rare mornings in November (in Oregon) where the sun actually shines. It glowed its way through the autumn-colored leaves and made me feel golden and cheerful. I wrote 2,500 words on my work-in-progress.
Today, it poured down rain and was c-c-c-cold. That wet kind of cold–you know what I’m talking about. The leaves were swirling around outside warning me that we will have to spend the weekend raking. So, how many words did I write today? Nada. Well, to be perfectly truthful, I had commitments most of the day, so I didn’t expect to get much writing done. But, still. I wasn’t even in the mood to write.
Here’s my energy level on a rainy, overcast day:
I certainly can relate. God is so good to have met me in my need today and given me truth that encouraged me. It has helped me see the bigger picture of my life, not the part that keeps me in the blah blahs – that seems the easier way – to let the weather and circumstances dictate how I feel. The “son” is always available if I seek Him – and that doesn’t cost money like those sun lamps do!
Great point, Angela. Maybe what I need is to re-focus.