On Fridays, I have the good fortune to be able to work from home, and this morning, I’m going to intersperse my online course work with my blogging…beginning with blogging. One must establish priorities, right? There are lots of thoughts and experiences running around in my mind, but I think I’ll begin with something that happened last Saturday.

My sweet, sassy little granddaughter Brooke had her third birthday party last Saturday, and my daughter Elizabeth and I were determined to be a part of the celebration. Brooke’s parents had planned a carnival complete with games, prizes, popcorn, hot dogs, and pink smiley face cakes. Brooke’s mom Carrie is incredibly creative so I knew we were in for a treat. By the way, I may be a little biased when describing Carrie as so creative, but I think her friends would agree. And I think the reason I’m so awed by it is because I don’t have a creative bone in my body.

Early that morning, Elizabeth and I headed out for GA in the pouring rain. As we continued our three-hour trek, I kept thinking that surely the rain would cease, but it didn’t. I should add that it was wet AND cold that day. We arrived at our destination around 11:30 and literally ran into the house where the games had been moved in from the back yard which had turned into a soggy mess. While watching the children compete in a “candy walk,” I got a call from DH warning me that more freezing rain was expected in SC and that I needed to get home ASAP. Plus, he warned, for Elizabeth to drive back to the coast that night would be utter folly because of  the danger of black ice. Not all that concerned, we hung around until mid-afternoon and then again braved the wet, nasty weather and slick roads. At times the rain was so heavy that the windshield wipers were doing double-time, and I still couldn’t see that well. Hours later, we arrived home, and it was STILL raining. Fortunately, I was able to convince Elizabeth to spend the night.

We went to bed to the sound of rain on the window sills, but sometime during the night, it ceased. The next morning, it was so sunny and bright that it seemed almost strange. Really, it was a drop dead gorgeous day. Cold but sunny. As she and I were eating lunch, we discussed the shenanigans of Mother Nature the day before, and I commented that storms ALWAYS pass. The sun will eventually come out again. We chatted a little about how the same was true in our own lives, and Elizabeth brought up one of our family mottoes: “No matter how dark the night, morning always comes.”

Here’s how the motto came into being. We once went through a season in which family members put an inspirational quote of the week on the refrigerator door and one week my son’s quote was “No matter how dark the night, morning always comes.” Impressed by the depth of his thinking, I asked for the source and was surprised and a little caught off guard when he told me it was a video game. A video game. Truth surfaces in the strangest and most unexpected of places. Still, it’s true. Morning always comes. Storms always pass.

Regardless of the raging storms or dark nights we have, the sun rises. Here’s a great scripture (Psalm 30:5) that’s perfect for these thoughts: “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” I don’t know about you, but there have been plenty of times when I needed that reminder.