The Sun Will Come Out

I sit at the local coffee shop (if you want to call starbucks a local coffee shop), staring out the window at the sunlight. It kind of feels like California to me. Every time someone opens up the door the cool breeze blows against my back. It feels wonderful.

It is hard to believe that just this morning it was so foggy that I couldn’t see more than 30 feet in front of me. Now, the fogginess of the morning is a distant memory.

I wonder if this is what it will feel like in the next life. Compared to the end of the story, we get a foggy glimpse of God. We have a tiny representation of His grace. We have the down payment, the Holy Spirit, which is a guarantee of what is to come.

Even having this down payment, we see horrors. We see the fog. We see death, destruction, and terror. We have doubt and insecurity. We struggle to believe. We struggle to see God through the dense fog.

One day, though, the sun comes. The fog never returns. We will stand in the presence of the Almighty. Today, we are in fog. Tomorrow, the sun comes out. Come, Lord Jesus.