Waiting for Easter...

A dreary day in the Pacific Northwest.  "Liquid Sunshine" is what they call the rain.  In the fall, after a hot summer, that's what it feels like and the term is appropriate.  But in the spring, after a long grey winter, it feels more like endless drizzle.

There are days I wait for the rain to dry up and the sun to stay.  Today is one of those days - that came right after a beautiful sunny spring day.

In a very wet wilderness I wait - for a sign of new life to come...

for a moment of warmth and dryness...

for a sparkle of sunshine to light the sky...

for resurrection amidst a dreary Lent...

God must prove nothing to me.  It is up to me to prove my faith in God - and hang onto hope that there will be light at the end of this tunnel, this wilderness, this Lent.

Today I am thankful to God for the reminder that faith is not just an idea, but it is action:  believing when it is dreary, knowing there will be an end to the dreariness.