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I looked at my husband and thought, How could anybody be so blindly optimistic?
“You are the light of the world. A city built on a hill cannot be hid.”—Matthew 5:14
The weather forecast predicted thunderstorms; the skies were dark and glowering, the wind gusting. My husband, Charlie, glanced outside and said brightly, “Looks like it’s going to clear up.”
I shot him a look. “You always do that! No matter how bad the forecast, no matter how miserable it looks, you always think it’s going to clear up.”
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“But I really think it will this time,” he said.
I rolled my eyes. How could anybody be so blindly optimistic? Charlie dismissed forecasts of snow, claiming that the meteorologists just wanted to scare us. He would search the sky on stormy days to find one patch that showed a hint of blue, and then claim that the weather was improving.
A little while later I was staring out the window at a violent cloudburst. Charlie walked over and put his arms around me. “Don’t worry, hon,” he said confidently. “I’m sure it’ll be over soon.” I looked up at him, incredulous.
Then it struck me: Charlie was just trying to give me comfort. He couldn’t care less about the weather. I’m the one who’s always anxious about it. For all these years, my husband has just been trying to make me feel better, safer.
I hugged him back and together we watched the storm. “Hey,” he said after a particularly bright crack of lightning, “I think I just saw a little bit of sunlight.”
Lord, let me see the light of your hope everywhere I look.
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