On the verge again.
Moments away from the worst winter storm of the season.
Goody for afternoon rush hour!
A phone call away from knowing if my first day of work is tomorrow or the next day. Yes, I am newly employed until June.
I read Tessa Hardiman's blog today and I loved her analogy of Tunnel Moments, referring to the state of mind of an athlete prior to entering the arena (via the tunnel). As a stage performer, I could appreciate her definition of tunnel moments, which has given me some food for thought.
But my tunnel moments evoke a different image.
When I first read her title I was thinking about tunnels, as in driving-out-west-through-the-mountains kind of tunnels. As a kid from the Midwest, where tunnels were something I dug every winter in the drifts of snow piled against the house, I loved going through mountain tunnels on vacations, and couldn't wait until the next one came along.
Am I the only one who feels this way? (Yes, present tense, feels. I am still a kid a heart!)
Driving along in the bright sunshine only to be suddenly engulfed in darkness, sunglasses removed and headlights switched on; and sometimes Dad would comply with my deep desire to hear the car horn reverberate through the cavern before rolling out into the open road and sunshine again.
Why the thrill? I can only guess it is the change of scenery, if only for a moment.
It is knowing that, once entombed, there is sunshine at the other end, and that the darkness is only a temporary blindness for which we have tools to overcome, and from which there is recovery.
Temporary darkness for which we have the tools to overcome,
with anticipation of the light we know is there,
and are in constant motion to attain.
Dr. Phil, eat your heart out.
Now that I am at the end of this post, the snow has arrived (with gusto), and I got the phone call. (I start tomorrow.)
I know of people going through their own tunnels right now. I pray they find the tools to get through it, knowing there is a light at the end!
The Lord is God, and he has made his light shine on us. Ps 118:37