Wonder at the sunset on my first trip out of the house today. I wonder in this wonder how long this ill feeling will last, when I’ll get back to my morning walks? I wonder and then I am grateful for this privilege of being able to walk out of the house and see the wonderful sky. This will pass. I am frustrated but also wanting to find the hope in the midst of this waiting slow. And here’s a verse from ‘It Came Upon a Midnight Clear’ which seems appropriate for us all right now.
“O ye beneath life’s crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow;
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.“
