It struck me as I was walking in the golden light of evening last night that what caught my eye was the barrenness of one of my favorite stands of trees. Just a few days ago they were resplendent in their golden glory. I could identify with their nakedness. It matched the emptiness that has become a part of me even as I fill my life with people and busyness.
As I stared up at those barren branches, I almost missed the light, almost. There, shining ever bright and true – although a little deeper on the horizon, was the sun. And the rays made their way into my heart and brightened my darkened mind. I realized that I could chose to contemplate on the barrenness of the branches or the brightness of the sun.
And at once I felt my dad with me. I am my father’s daughter. My dad did not linger in woe, no matter how distressing life could be. He found the better way. He would have noticed the light first – and I would have to in times past.
It is time again, for the old sun worshipper in me to emerge once again – not just in pictures but in life. And despite my present state of inquiry, I know from where the light comes.
“This is the message we have heard from him and proclaim to you, that God is light and in him there is no darkness at all. If we say that we have fellowship with him while we are walking in darkness, we lie and do not do what is true; but if we walk in the light as he himself is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus his Son cleanses us from all sin.” – 1 John 1:5-7
Let your light so shine.