We sit a world apart, talking heads on the computer screen. Discussing family, and happenings, and Christmas. My mother has one, and only one, request: could I give her some sunshine when she comes? Her world is gray and rainy and cloud-covered. Sunshine comes in fits and spurts and leaves again all too soon.
I don’t know, I say. It’s gray and rainy here now. I’m glad for the rain since we’ve had so little of it lately. I do understand the need for sun; my mood quickly matches the gloom outside. But that’s this week; who knows what next week holds?
Next week holds cold. The warmth is gone; winter arrives. Wind and rain and gloom accompany the change in the air. The skies clear a little and I wonder. Will there be sun? Even mostly cloudy with sun peeking through is better than nothing.
My mother, she arrives today. This glorious, beautiful, not-a-cloud-in-the-sky day. God smiles; he knows what we need. Welcome back, I imagine Him saying.
What a gift. Of sun. And blue. And beauty. Brilliant, stunning, blue sky beauty. Welcome back, indeed.