One of our meteorologists said that we would get a peek at the sun this afternoon...boy was it a peek! I was doing dishes and noticed that the kitchen had suddenly become brighter, warmer, more lovely...the sun was out! It was quickly washed over by thick clouds, but it at least dropped in to say 'hello' for a moment. It has been so dreary here over the last few weeks (or should I say months?). First we had snow - lots of it - that stuck around up until about a week and a half ago. Snow is so beautiful at first, but then it starts to get on ones nerves when it just. doesn't. go. AWAY. I think now we're all suffering from SAD, plus PAD (Pothole Affective Disorder) here in Topeka. The sun just won't stick around, the temperature keeps fluctuating, and there's a bigger pothole around every bend. BUT...
If that's all I have to be worried and stressed about, than I consider myself lucky! So the backyard is full of mud and gunk. So there are potholes big enough to swallow a car. So it's the middle of the afternoon, but is so dark outside that it feels like midnight. So what?
I have a roof over my head. I have food in my cupboards. I have enough meat in the freezer to feed a small army. I have electricity and running water. I have a car and quick access to a gas station. I can get to Walmart in 5 minutes. I have a fantastic husband and wonderful pets. I can reach my family in seconds by phone or minutes by car.
After the tragedy that befell Haiti last week, I feel much too blessed. I am so very thankful for everything that I have in my life and do know that it can be ripped right out from under my feet at any second. My heart cries for that country and it's beautiful people. Their history has been so rocky and this is a big blow that will take a long time to recover from. But seeing the faces, the smiles, hearing praises to God after being rescued, listening to the vibrant songs in the tent cities...I know that their hope has not faded.
Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah