Another morning of waiting for the sunrise. As I stare out into the dark sky, I notice the even darker clouds. All I can see are shadows. I see the outline of a rabbit stretching to gnaw a thorny rose bush. How do these little creatures make it through these harsh winters? I look away...partly in despair...partly in prayer.
The next time I look up, the sky is ablaze in a glorious shade of coral pink. I cannot take my eyes off of it. I don’t notice the mounds of snow in the foreground, or the shriveled vegetation, or that my circumstances have not changed.
I wonder if my experience of darkness has any value. Should I speak about the pain, or always stay positive? Should I only mention God’s glory?
God’s greatness becomes obvious when it shines through the dark clouds of suffering. Unless I share my struggles with pain, I cannot comfort; I cannot speak of hope; I cannot express God’s grace.
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