Hope cast long

Friday of the First Week of Advent

Show me your marvelous loving-kindness,

O Savior of those who take refuge at your right hand

from those who rise up against them.

Psalm 17:7

Although the outside air is held in a frozen grip, the morning sun urges heat through the window and over my face and shoulders. I am safe. I am warm. And my soul aches.

I feel loss. The loss of a friend and somehow the loss of certainty as well. I see the tops of the trees move in a wind that does not reach the stillness at their trunks. Likewise, the loving kindness of my savior is present, seen and unseen.

I must cast my hope long, beyond even this season of waiting. For now, I will hunker in the refuge of the knowledge that God has the world in hand and me as well. There is goodness beneath the frozen ground that will yet spring forth.