Weathering

Saturday after Ash Wednesday

Weeping may spend the night,

but joy comes in the morning.

Psalm 30:6

I wake to a gentle fall of snow and the particular quiet that such weather brings. Yesterday, I woke to wind, gusting through the tops of the trees, making the branches sway and dance with each other while the trunks remained steadily upright. And tomorrow?

The weather in my soul also varies from day to day, sometimes from moment to moment. And if I am attentive to it, I can perceive the beauty as well as the fierceness, I can grasp the hand of the One who created me out of the dust, breathed life into me, and calls me to joy.