The Blue Pinhole

We live on the outskirts of "The Blue Hole." Seattle gets tons of rain, but nearer the Olympic range, the rain clears the mountains and drops precipitation away from the foothills, like a jumper clearing the space just beyond the hurtle. We get less rain than Seattle, but the exact center of that "Blue Hole" varies. Sometimes it isn't very big. My husband enthusiastically pointed out the blue in the sky today. It was just a bit of blue veining between cirrus clouds, which were, I admit whiter and brighter than the gray clouds usually are.

Sometimes I feel like my gratitude is like that--I'm trying to find blue pinholes in my gray life. It feels phony, looking at the gray sky and calling it blue.

But behind those clouds, the sky is really blue.  That is the truth. Maybe you've had the experience of flying on an overcast day. Suddenly the plane breaks through the clouds, and the sun is shining brightly. It was there all along; you just have to get to the right perspective.

There can be a lot of gray overcast in our lives, covering the true perspective of God's grace. If we can find "blue pinholes" in our day, they are evidences of the blue sky of God's love for us, which is always there.

Listing what we are thankful for, no matter how small those things may seem, will keep us in touch with the grace that is always there.