I drove around Charleston when the sun was low in the sky, attempting to capture digitally what my eye was awed by. Light always fills every space possible, and early evening is my favorite time of day.
I love what light does to color and to silhouettes and to church steeples when flooding in at an angle. Suddenly pinks are illuminated, statues have life, and water speaks. Light runs down alleys like a child playing, and warms the arms of walkers like a shawl.
I wonder if God has a favorite time of day. If He does, I think it could be the dawn when light is invading the darkness. Or maybe it’s the darkest night when stars shine brightest, singing across the sky, unhindered by street lights in the city, and clinging to the feet of the Creator as He walks.
Can you imagine with me being there when “God said, ‘And let there be light’ and there was light”? (Genesis 1:3) He spoke into existence what makes my eyes sing, His presence entering through the bolted double doors of darkness that covered the deep. He invaded the space over the earth, hovering, bringing all His glory with Him, and spoke into reality what makes everything shine with love. – Light.
“And in Him was life, and that life was the light of men. And that Light shines on in the darkness, for the darkness has never overpowered it.” (John 1:4-5) The light that shines in my life is an eternal flame that cannot be put out. I did not put it there myself, but was invited to receive it, and upon its installation, was made new. Newer than new! His life in me lights the way I take.
And “His tender compassions fail not; they are new every morning”, like He just spoke them… directly to me. (Lamentations 3:22-23)
And “Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun.” (Ecclesiastes 11:7)
His light that I see with my eyes, and the light that I feel with my heart are both a tender gift from the Lord, and what He gives, He never retracts to those whose hearts are moved by Him. This one is a heart fully swayed by His presence, fully in awe of His love, and one that is fully accepted, and not for anything that I have done. This light cannot be put out. For the longer I hold it, the brighter is shines, and the greater the light that is shed around me, the more the darkness retreats.
This God, this light-creator, brings a continual resurrection with Him, raising the dead in all who want the love He offers. And I am thankful.
(c) Robin Lawrimore, 2011