Beautiful Gray

What can I say? Life goes on. Even a fade to black isn't permanent. The lights come on eventually and reality is visible again. It's a slow trickle of light at first. You want it to be slow. Your eyes adjust slowly without the sting of sudden change. That's how my life has been over the last month. My eyes are adjusting. The light is slowly coming back on. I found The Carrot Seed. It was a damaged copy and I had to drive 45 minutes to get it . . .but hey it worked.
It wasn't the real issue. It was the tipping point. Our home in Michigan was sold sheriff sale. I've never felt so much like a forest creature. I'm living out Robin Hood. The stupid, rich, Jennifer Granholm has swallowed up everything I worked for with her lame policies. Everything is taken away and there isn't a big enough rescue plan. Robin Hood and Maid Mariann are living in their castle now and no one remembers us anymore. It's gray.
Besides our old house situation we also had the unfortunate luck of not being able to purchase our current home. We should be homeless, but God knew I couldn't take that. That would be the break of my already wobbling sanity. He loved me enough to turn on the light. It's dim, really dim. It's a roof. Three bedrooms and a den. We can bring the pets. What's a little dirt right? Okay a lot of dirt. . . scrub till your fingers bleed dirt. It's a roof. It's my beautiful gray.
Good old Webster defines Gray like this:"to shine, gleam. 1 of a color that is a mixture or blend of black and white." It also says "4 a person or group wearing a uniform b) a confederate soldier."
Who thinks of gray as shining? But isn't it where things begin? Where the light clicks on. . . where the hope begins. We have to wear that hope like our uniform. Prepare for battle. Okay, just try to ignore the confederate part. I know that they lost. This isn't slavery we're fighting over, but freedom. Freedom wins every time regardless of the uniform color. We unite in an alliance of hope to wear our gray in the meantime with pride because something is happening. The victory is coming, however small, and the light will get brighter if we let our eyes see it. So I open them wide because the quicker I adjust, the quicker God raises the house lights on my dreams. Just a thought.