December 7, 1953 - Sensation of Promise

Toward five I looked out my window at work at the darkening sky with its rasberry pink streaks & I felt such a chill as to make me pull my arms up for warmth. I have always especially loved this time of day but it seems lately it brings with it this same gloom & depression. But later in the evening my mood changed to one of more cheer - I had a strange sensation of promise - the music pulled my eyes to glance through the slightly open window & I silently prayed "God, show me the way that I must go" and I felt with a certainty it would be a good & proper & fulfilling way.