Why is November hard? There are obvious reasons - cold weather, long dark nights, time-change, covid and flu season, holiday stress... I guess I don't need to ask. It's hard. I struggle to get into the holiday spirit because we're so often dealing with illness at this time.
Yesterday was a dreary November day- sick with a lingering fever, rumbling down the gray highway from the doctor to the lab, with tired, hungry kids in tow, watching the gray skies and the bare trees, feeling low and crumby, and wondering why. Despite the slow, deep undercurrent of trust in God my Father, I felt a weariness and despair over how much life requires us to patiently endure. While life is brief, such moments feel slow and hard. I watched the people we passed in cars and parking lots, and it seemed like none of them looked happy either. Stress or dull tiredness weighed on the faces that flashed by.
My husband was driving, our old music playlist playing on the van speakers. A song started and I turned up the volume to let "Be Not Afraid" wash over my weary soul. So many times this song has come on when I needed it.
This time, at the same moment, the cloud blanket parted above the black ragged trees, and the sun became visible, glimmering a bright wisp of rainbow above the highway.
It wasn't long before the song was over, and cloud cover seeped back over the sun, but I had heard from my Father in that moment. He was with me with all His promises and faithful goodness. Sometimes He makes His love very real when we need it most.
Someday, I believe I will have a happy November again. If not, "though the way is hard, it is safe and short" and life in my Father's house will be more perfect than I can imagine.
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