Last week my daughter and I took our annual trip to Ogunquit, Maine. And yes, that's a picture of Ogunquit Beach from last Thursday. It was cool, gray, and so foggy that we could barely see the ocean. People walking along the water's edge would completely disappear into the mist about 50 yards away. This was not a warm, bright beach day! This was not swimming weather! This was not the gorgeous view I wanted! At first, I was cranky. And wishing that things were different. And resentful that "my week" was mostly clouds and drizzle.
How often do we waste energy wishing that things were different? How often do we get caught up in imagining what "could have been" so we miss what IS? How often do we bemoan the fact that things aren't perfect, even though there is beauty right in front of us?
We had a wonderful time at the beach that day. The fog was amazing. The waves were big. The sky was vast.
May God help us to find some joy even when we when are stuck in the gray.