It’s May. Spring. Right. Well not so much. We’ve had days of biting cold, winds that would knock a moose off its feet and snow. Snow. Snow. Where, we ask, is this global warning we hear so much about. (Turns out they are now calling it climate change. Thanks. I want the warming. Especially in May.) Seems there’s nothing quite so uncertain as the weather. You can count of it.  I’m tired of the kind of scenery in the first picture. I want scenes like the second picture.

Writing has untold numbers of uncertainties too. Will the editor like my last story? (Sometimes yes. Sometimes no.)Will she reject it or ask for major revisions? (Too often yes though the end result is worth it.) Will I make enough money to justify the amount of time I invest or should I go flip burgers at Wendy’s? (Hmm. Not sure.) Can I plot a story from these ideas I have? (Sometimes yes. Sometimes no.) Will I find time to write today? This week? (Only if I make it a priority.)

I cling to one certainty. God’s love. It never changes, wans or grows distant. ‘Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.’ (Hebrews 13:8) When I focus on that fact my uncertainties seem less important.

I hope you all have that certainty in your life.