All week long, more often than not, those overhead clouds would darken and, with little warning, they’d open with drenching downpour, giving us barely enough time to take cover.
After a bad storm Friday and into Saturday, toward evening, that missing sun appeared just in time to cast a golden-purple glow through the trees at the western edge or our property.
At first I grumbled, “Oh, sure, now you show up only to disappear in just a few minutes.” Then I stopped the complaints, thinking, Isn’t that just like God? After a dreary, wet week, He gave us that brief, beautiful sunset. Like Noah’s rainbow, was it God’s promise of a better day to come?
Saturday night, after full darkness fell, I stepped outside beneath a clear sky peppered with stars. What a joyful, peaceful sight. And Sunday morning? Bright and sunny with some clouds, a (normally) typical , beautiful, Wisconsin day.
You know, God never said our walk with Him would be easy. He never promised us a bed of roses, or that this life on earth would be a bowl of cherries. There will be times when we end up with nothing more than a bed full of thorns and a bowl full of pits. Jesus told us point-blank that we would have troubles. We will have sudden downpours of them. We will have dark, cloudy days . ..days of despair and disappointments. Times of hopelessness. Times when we wonder if we’ll ever see that sun again.
But that sun rises and sets every day, and, just like God, is always there. Guaranteed, even if we can’t see it, or Him. Nevertheless, they are both there. Always.
Here is the last stanza of a little poem written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, called Rainy Day. I thought appropriate:
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;Thy fate is the common fate of all,Into each life some rain must fall,Some days must be dark and dreary.