As if the national news wasn't tragic enough, the morning has bloomed into a dark, rainy day. Outside everything is brown and wet and smells of winter. Shouldn't a week before Christmas be bubbly, warm and filled with excitement? Shouldn't we all have our noses pressed against the window pane watching for Santa? Or sitting around the tree sipping hot cocoa and making resolutions?
That's how I dream it would be.
Yet, this is not a perfect world and we are not perfect people. Best laid plans falter, wishes dissolve, and some dreams simply stay dreams.
But what we have and will always possess, is hope. It's the light that is forever shining at the end of the tunnel, the voice that sweetly encourages us to go on...the faintest smile in an ocean of frowns. Hope is knowing that the sun will rise tomorrow. That God will keep his promises. That no matter how dark and dismal the days get, He is there to lift you up.
We cannot keep complaining, crying, blaming and dramatizing the bad things in life. Instead, we should be praying. Living our lives in a positive way. Reaching out. Helping others. Seeking that tiny spark of hope that can ignite an inferno of joyous blessings...
Here's hoping that your day is well lived.