Kalispell, Montana averages 151 sunny days per year.
We were in the middle of one of our long winter stretches of inversions, which means days stretch into weeks, with nothing but cold temperatures and gray skies. Vitamin D becomes nothing but an old memory of summer long gone. Moods start to match the weather. Everyone starts to lose hope of ever feeling the sun on his face again. I’m sure the song “In the Bleak Midwinter” must have been penned here in this valley.
Bleak is how I felt in my spirit last week, as a walked to the front windows to open the shades in the morning, knowing our picture windows would only reveal cloud-covered Rocky Mountains and dismal gray. We are two years into a painful, stressful circumstance in our lives that seemingly has…no…end. The weather outside matched the weather in my soul that day. It was hard not to lose hope of the sun ever shining on our hearts again.
But when I pulled open the first window shade, there above the Rocky Mountains was a sliver of clear sky and a brilliant sunrise forcing its way into the dark valley.
Not too long ago, my two-year-old grandson went through a phase of saying, ‘member Parker?’ And his grandpa would respond by saying, ‘member Grandma? Lewis would say, ‘member Julia? They would go back and forth, remembering all of the family members.
At the window last week, as I stared in awe at the sunrise, the Holy Spirit said to me, ‘member God?
And I did. I looked at the colors exploding over the mountaintops, and I remembered who God is and that he is near to my broken, weary heart. I remembered that he is always at work, even when I can’t see it.
Moments later, the sunrise was covered by gray again, over the mountains and over our difficult circumstance. But I’ve kept ‘membering.