Stories of Hope

Back from Mass and It has begun to snow again. The mountains are obscured by dense clouds/fog although the sun is still shining here on the edge of oblivion. Children and dogs galumphing about in the snowy park behind the house.

It is extremely disorienting here when the mountains, which so dominate our landscape, vanish from sight. One's whole mind, soul, spirit, and body recoils at the sight of an apparently flat landscape. It is almost as though black were white and the law of gravity has been repealed.

We see as though through a glass darkly. This dark fog is so like the mystery, the pain, and the uncertainty that dogs much of our lives here in time and space - for some of us, all of life can seem like a endless, dark, frozen fog without relief and the prospect of a glorious clear winter day like a fairy tale - an impossible dream.

How do I find my way - the best way the way that will lead to the happiness for which I long ? How to know if we are already off the path and how to find it again? Is God still present and at work when nothing good at all seems to be happening? Was I born to be thwarted?

We need a glowing, fiery sign in the midst of winter. Has God sent you such a sign at some dark point in your life where you didn't know which way to turn? Would you be willing to share your story of hope with the rest of us?