A few miles south of this window, morning fog is resting on the ridge line. A different shade of gray, just slightly darker than the polished steel clouds that have draped themselves across these early hours.
Behind me, the news plays from the television. Reports from the national scene at this hour. Negativity and the worst of and in people granted access into my morning by the push of a button or turn of a dial. I find it weighs heavily on my mind and heart. Like that fog, but not nearly as poetic. I turn off the noise.
I know once I leave this spot, the coffee won’t be as good, it never is. The views, in scenery and opinions, will be different. I will pass within inches of and sit with people today never knowing their burdens and thoughts, nor will they know mine. But for these few moments I will sit and draw strength from routine and practice, comfort from prayers for guidance and direction; prayers of gratitude for the miracles of patience and love; prayers that I remember to focus.
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness” 2 Corinthians 12:9. There is purpose in these struggles. I am called to trust, and that is enough.
Be safe out there.
