the Light

There is a Light that I know, a Light that permeates my life and fills each second with warmth. In the Light, there is purpose and hope, for in the Light, my eyes are on glorious things.
I walk in the Light, and my heart comes alive to see the things my eyes cannot. These things are far more glorious, for they are truly the things of Heaven. In the Light, my ears are tickled with promises and my heart clings to them, for these promises are good.

There is a darkness that despises this Light. The darkness stalks about, ready to claim any ground it can get. It only possesses the power you give it. But tiny shadows grow fast, for what darkness lacks in power, it makes up for in cunning.

And so I knew the Light. I loved the Light. It is the place that I longed to dwell, with a heart always eager to see more revealed that my heart did not yet know. But one day, a tiny little shadow entered my world of Light. This tiny little shadow bred a tiny little doubt in me, and the more I spent time entertaining this tiny little shadow, the more I came to see the Light and warmth leaving my life, and the shadow growing. Soon, my heart loosed its grip on the promises I knew when I was in the Light, and my company became despair. I cried out for the Light to return, but my tiny little shadow had swallowed me into its stomach.

Could Light ever find me in this place? The coldness of barren dreams and unfulfilled promises stamped out any flare of hope in me. Dreams of Light became foreign, and I feared I was lost forever.

But HOPE is not overwhelmed by darkness, and in the Light, there is a LOVE that is far stronger than the bonds of fear and despair that I had come to know in darkness. Love reached down the throat of darkness and rescued me from the pit. I was destroyed, but Love had delivered me. Love took me to a place of more brilliant Light than I could ever know.

God, Your love is Furious. It is Relentless. It is Jealous. It does not leave me to suffer in defeat, but it goes to any length to claim back what belongs to You, that You may share Your inheritance. It is the passionate, unyielding fury of Your love that draws me back into Your light. Every time. 

Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope.
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,

for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;

great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;

therefore I will wait for him.” Lamentations 3:21-24