I am sitting here enduring a wet cold change in weather. It makes me feel blue. It is supposed to be nearly summer time. I love summer. I love the warmth, the carefree feeling of holidays, the time with family, the feeling of sand between my toes. But this wet, cold and windy weather is definitely dampening my expectations.
I need to keep reminding myself that eventually it will go away and the sun will come. I need patience. I need perseverance. I need to keep my eyes from being cast down. I think this mood of mine is a reflection of my spiritual health at the moment. I am busy. I feel like one of those mice on a treadmill, continually running and unable to get off.
My husband reminded me of something the other day. As we approach the season of Advent, he reminded me about waiting well. He reminded me of beautiful anticipation, of joyful watchfulness as we look towards the coming of the Christ child and all that he represents.
So, as I madly rehearse carols I will pray for an attitude that imitates the Psalmist that prays, “Restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation.”
In the midst of the business, may joy and peace overflow in all I do this season….even if it is freezing.