God’s Good Nights

The newspaper ad read,”Winter’s Coming.  Are you ready?”

It was an ad for a heating company but it spoke of more to me.  After this past year, I’ve felt like I’ve had enough “winter” for awhile.  And yet…

So much good comes  from  dormant times.  And often from dark times, doesn’t it?

Lily called me a while ago, as she often has this year on her way home from school.  In previous years Jud and I could set our watches by her calls as she walked to school each morning.  We looked forward to  the lift of those calls. Now, I await that familiar, “Hi, Momo.  It’s Lily.” This evening, Lily and I’d been  talking for awhile, when I looked out and said, “Ugh!  It’s almost dark and not 7:00 o’clock.  I don’t like the days growing shorter. I like light.”

It’s pitch black as I write and take a peek out towards the ocean.  Not a star nor speck of moonlight.

A light’s on in the room above where Maggie and Kate sleep tonight.   Children aren’t the only ones who need night lights.  Most of us try to find ways  to keep the darkness at bay.

And yet… I’m reminded of a quote by Joan Chittister, its truth underscored by personal experiences I’d not have chosen for myself, especially this past year.

“Darkness deserves gratitude.  It is the alleluia point at which we learn to understand that all growth does not take place in the sunlight.”

Holy Darkness.

God’s Good Nights.

 

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