Day 2

"When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long."

Some days I feel that I need a shelter. Protection. Something to block all the things that come flying at me full force. Because when I think I can handle situations in my own strength, I ultimately fail. I fall silent and my body aches from my wasting away. But I am stubborn and believe that I can shelter myself from life's storms. Everytime I am wrong and I must seek out someone or something to protect me from myself. Is it simply because of pride? Yes. My pride drowns me in a sea of doubt and frustration. Where is my harbour of safety? My shelter in the time of storm.

Day 1

"Your life is like the morning fog - it's here a little while, then it's gone."

As a new father, I am much more aware than ever before of what happens in the early part of the morning. I have seen more sunrises in the past few months than in all the rest of my life. The beauty of a bright morning sun shining into my son's window between the wooden slats is warming and energizing. But sometimes the early sunlight is muted by a light fog or mist hovering silently above the trees. On those mornings the energy is different and I yearn for the sky to clear and let the pure sun shine through. Eventually the fog clears away and the sun seems even brighter and more wonderful than ever before. Sometimes I wonder if our life is just a bit of haze and there is something much more beautiful to come. A clarity that I cannot understand now because I have not actually seen the sun in all its fullness. Yet.