I was sitting in my kitchen, reading and alone. In the peace of Christmas Eve’s morning, I sensed something different, a change in atmosphere. There are a lot of windows in our small house; two entire sides of it are practically all glass. Streaming – practically screaming – through all of them was an eerie rosy glow, so peculiar it lured me outside to see if someone was shining a giant rose-colored light. No one was there, of course, but the old saying whispered–
Red sky at morning, sailor take warning…
And I wondered just what the day would bring.
If I wouldn’t be enjoying a white Christmas – unseasonable temperatures breaking record highs – a pink one was just fine by me.
Matching my delight in this magical sky was anticipation for the day to get on with itself. By suppertime all my children would be gathered ’round our table, a rarity anymore. Good food is secondary; it is these moments I savor.
Right now I’m a little in the dark. It’s an odd spot for me, someone who typically lives with an expectancy of good things, God things. I’ve prayed for direction for this new year, but I’ve felt more like a wanderer.
The sky felt like an omen.
I don’t mom on a daily basis anymore, not the way I’ve done for the past two decades or so. I’m thankful for good and challenging work, because it fills time and space, but I can’t help but question its significance. What does it really matter, you know?
But then in a stroke of divine timing, I stumble across a writer new to me: Rachel Naomi Remen. I don’t know anything (yet) of her faith persuasion, but she says some pretty wise things, the kind of things I needed to hear. In her words I remember that my life has meaning and significance, to remember what I already know.
And then it occurred to me how often God uses the sky to speak to me, today, yes, but a few weeks ago, a few years ago, and problem a zillion other times I didn’t bother to record in writing.
My babies were all out at 1:30 that afternoon when the warnings began. A tornado in December? What the heck?
Red sky at morning, sailor take warning….
It was surreal when the weatherman said the rotation was heading straight to us and I seriously wondered what it would sound like if our little stick-built house splintered. I was sitting in our only interior room with no windows, a powder room off our kitchen, toilet on one side and sink on the other, phone in hand, and wondering if a bike helmet ever saved anyone’s life in a tornado (the weatherman had said to go to your safe place and put on a helmet…). It was comical, but even my husband was on edge.
Soon enough the warnings passed and that swirling mass of air never touched the ground. No damage, no death, no splintered houses this time.
We’re into this new year now and I’m still on a Wander.
But the old year ended in wonder, and with a challenge to see anew.
A perfect place to end and begin again, don’t you think?
I loved the picture and saying at the beginning of this. Lately I’ve felt like my life hasn’t had a lot of meaningful times in it. It feels sort of mundane, but then God shows up in unexpected ways. I can be helping my dad and someone will say “you’ll get a few more jewels in your crown”. Yes! I believe that a new year is a time to throw out the old and begin anew! Can’t wait to see what this year holds.
Have a blessed New Year!
I love Remen – she was one of my go-to sources for sermon stories/illustrations. And this is a lovely piece, Robin. Many, many blessings as you continue to rediscover yourself without your children being central in the lens.