There, pink clouds floated against a storm blue sky. Ahead was rain, clouds and more rain. I kept glancing to my left, hoping to catch more of these unusual clouds, but they had disappeared. My view was filled with only gloom, matching the despair inside. I went the wrong way, going home instead of where my children were. Frustration welled up inside, the storm clouds raining down reminders of mistakes upon failures. I salvaged my mistake, figuring out a shortcut that didn't require so much backtracking or going completely out of the way. But my driving matched the darkness inside and out as I stopped caring, feeling overwhelmed by the rain and hopelessness.
Then I turned to the west again. The pink fairy clouds were no where to be seen. Instead, a brillant golden glow shone at the bottom of a mass of storm clouds. It was just a wedge, a long triangle of brillance shining out against the darkness. And deep inside the light started returning.
I wish I could say that it all turned around then. But I went down a hill and the glimpse of glory disappeared. The rest of the day was mundane, the darkness still clinging to my soul even as the rain came down outside. Then I woke today to a clear sky. High winds scoured our area, shaking it up and driving away the gloom. Clearly, the winds blew in my heart too for today I had hope. Sharing tea, cookies, then a meal and coffee with a friend and my lovely mother-in-law later continued the work, this little visit striking a deep contrast against the dark clouds in my life. I continue hopeful, waiting for this promise of glory to burst into beautiful fruition. Somehow, somewhere this storm will pass and the daylight will shine again. So I'll keep looking to the west, waiting for those glimpses of glory until it comes in full.
I'm joining again with Emily today: