Day Eight Still Dark Outside

I got up at five this morning thinking I would walk back to the ocean and try to find my glasses before all the walkers trod on them. I walked to the water's edge and sat on the lump of sand I sat on last night - and had a little think. I thought about Habakkuk (a Biblical prophet) who lived in a terrible time, and his conclusion was that 'though the fig tree doesn't bloom and the stalls are empty, I will wait for God.'

My prayers went the same direction. As important as my glasses are, they are not ultimate. And other things - like Vince getting a real job - that is not all of life.

So I prayed there in the dark, realizing that the tide had come up and washed away all the flotsam around the pile of sand, and even if I were to find my glasses now, if they've been tangled in the sand they are useless. I prayed thanksgiving - that even if I don't find my glasses, and even if Vince doesn't easily find a job (this was symbolic of all the waiting prayers I have in my heart) I will still wait for God, and praise Him. He is my God after all.

And then I decided to come in, since it was dark out and what was the point of sitting there in the dark. And I got up and turned around and... there were my glasses, a bit sandy but perfectly whole.