Shadow

Photo Credit: Skitterphoto

For days now, clouds have snuffed the sun. Winter and spring are playing tug-of-war, and winter has been winning. This morning I was reading the Louis Segond translation of Psalm 121. YWH is named ton ombre protectrice, your protecting shade. But ombre can also be translated as shadow. Waking to another gray morning, I hold to this: perhaps, in ways I cannot understand, the clouds are gifts of divine kindness—my protecting shade, my protecting shadow.

This microblog is part of a current series called “Grace-glimpses.”