September 2, 2014

Our phones buzzed at 3:40 am with flash flood warnings.  The 50 pound puppy was shoved against me in bed, trembling and crying.  She took to barking at the thunder but the storm carried on.   We all slept a little later and woke to find the world even more gorgeous than usual ~ all sparkling grass and dripping trees.  Both girls are on the deck staring and sniffing the new wind.  The baby one is chasing leaves that fell into their wading pool.

Overused as it is, storms in the night remains the perfect metaphor for spiritual estrangement, the sensation of utter aloneness in the universe. Of helplessness against powers so much bigger and stronger.  Of fear.  

The young in faith tremble in the night having too few perfect mornings to remember and keep them sleeping.  They don’t yet know that every storm that comes also goes.  Trees break and the earth recovers.  The sun must rise.  Life will not be stalled indefinitely.   

In the same new day t​he young and old in faith awake together.  And in faith together we carry on, sure as the storm and the sun which rises after. 

I pray this sparkling day gives new faith to us all. 

~ peace & prayers, pastor annette