The Whale's Belly

Sitting in the dark, listening to small sounds:  the house contracting from the cold; the wind rattling the windows; the furnace clicking on, I feel the stillness - alone - unafraid.  Hopeful. 

In the middle of the woods stands a tree - hunkered down - asleep for the season. Yet, its leaves cling to the branches. A memory of past glory and a promise of the future.   It, too, sits in the stillness - alone - unafraid.  Hopeful. 

There will always be seasons where we sit in the whale's belly - not in control of our destination.  Alone. I pray that you will be unafraid. Have hope in tomorrow.