It is dark when I awake. The bed is warm, but the furnace is running and it must be cold outside. The cat is on the end of the bed. Running through my mind is a song from church yesterday, “Oh, Lord hear my prayer, Oh Lord hear my prayer. Answer me, when I call.”

I was in the middle of a dream about a trip up to Boston. I was on the train with some friends heading off to a meeting. Yet the details of my trip were not yet fully resolved. I do need to nail down plans for my upcoming trip to Boston. I hope it won’t get messed up by weather or technology issues at work.

My thoughts shift to these technology issues. I need to get up and get going. Monday’s are always busy for me at work, and today will most likely be even worse with some unresolved issues from last week.

I make my oatmeal, sit down to see what my friends have been up to online, write a little, and then hop in the shower and get on the road.

I don’t know how long a day it will be today, but the forecast is calling for light snow on top of it.

Yet through all of this, a different song from church yesterday comes to mind, “We are marching in the light of God. We are marching in the light of God.” It is a song of struggle, but also a song of victory. Perhaps it will carry me through the day.