In the gray

In the gray of rain, steps become slick, falls unexpected. When skies are full of the constant drip, it's hard, so hard, to believe. The sun, it will shine, slanting across your path.
When days are dreary, doubts drip down and my steps, they do falter. I want to see Truth, slanting, right there in front of me. I want shelter from the splatter. I want to stop stepping into the wet of hurts, freshly cast down.
The longing to escape, escalates. The ache to be wrapped in arms, safe and warm.
I hide, cowering in the storm. Waiting, waiting, for the thunder of angst to cease. For the dark clouds of discomfort to be pushed aside. For the gray, to dissipate.
I begin the litany, of thanks when I am anything but grateful. I chant the words of praise when I am stewing right there in doubt. And it is there, in the midst of drab and unbelief splattering, that it occurs to me.
What if the gray is really the shadow of His wings? Where there is shelter and safety? Where I am nearer to Him than I thought possible?
What if, when life storms and my world feels full of gray, it is the confession of my doubts, the sacrifice of my praise, that opens my heart to see? Him. Near.
He will cover you with His feathers and under His wings you will find refuge...
Psalm 91:4
Here is Truth slanting, a firm place to set my feet. Here are arms wrapping me, warm. When my days feel full of drab, here is my place of escape: under His wings. Comforted.
And the sun shines once more.