Lamp shining in a dark place. That’s what Peter calls it.
Truth speaking. Holding us steady while it is night.
So, pay attention. Watch and learn.
Until the Day dawns.
Lamp shining in a dark place. That’s what Peter calls it.
Truth speaking. Holding us steady while it is night.
So, pay attention. Watch and learn.
Until the Day dawns.
Stepping out into early morning air. First breath of dawn. Stillness.
Sky somewhere between dark and light.
Not even visible. Yet. But all creation anticipates the all-out glory of what’s coming.
Streetlights dim. Even the moon and stars fade. At the certain, steady rise of God’s sun.
Full light of day is coming.
The weight on my heart is not a frantic, anxious weight. It’s the weight of prayer. Prayer for my dear friend who is suffering. She wades through deep waters in this season. Crushed.
Crying out to You the hurt. The upheaval. The unknown.
And yet, even there she speaks of Your faithfulness. Even there, Your word sustains. Daily manna, she says. And ponders what the God of the impossible can do.
“If we believe He is who He says He is, how can we not hope?”