Journal Entry – Sunday, February 9, 2014

The dull, flat grayness of this wet morning is broken by a strand of pale warmth across the sky, a symbol of God’s grace to me. What would otherwise be a sad, discouraging scene is transformed into a thing of beauty. It’s not a glorious sunrise like those I’ve seen of late; the clouds are much too heavy for that. It’s not a rainy day, either (because I do love a good rainy day). No, today is just bleak and cold and still. There’s nothing much to mark it as any kind of special day–it just is. But God’s grace is there, and that gives it a beauty all its own. Today is day 10 of sick bay at our […]