The dark gray clouds hung low over the highway. The cars moved Westbound in no particular hurry as the rain began. It was fitting to have rain fall today. The dreariness only matched the mood. As the traffic covered the miles moving them further West fog moved in to further cloud all traces of smiles. The car was packed with luggage, ill fitting boxes, and overstuffed bags. It was bursting with memories of the recent past, matchbox cars, and sand from beach trodding bare feet. They were all looking back as they headed forward willing themselves to continue. No one wanted to go, no one had a choice. There were still things waiting for them when they got back. No doubt there would be several loads of laundry, a Monday morning project deadline and unpaid bills. They had responsibilities to meet so they wouldn't act on their impulse to turn around.
They talked of dreams for the future as the rain pelted the windshield. They talked of ideas, which turned to plans, which turned to hope. They passed the state border as they plunged further West and felt tears sting their hearts. All they wanted was to go home yet they had to finish what they started.
Only God could orchestrate a change and so they prayed.
Then they praised.
Then they smiled.
The sun teased at the back of the clouds. Welcoming beams penetrated the dark cover welcoming their hope. They would continue the Westward story, but the rain would end and soon be over. They would return, they would be swept back home and the miles would disappear behind them as a memory of God's faithfulness.
And so the beam of light escaping the darkened sky grew,
and along with it,