LIGHT

Well, friends. It hit me about a month ago - middle of January. It was the dead of winter, and my soul  was lost in the doldrums of this long, blustery season.

Light. God just softly spoke the word to my heart. I starting becoming aware of light more often. I marveled at the beauty of sunshine on the fallen snow. I stared at stained glass and observed its beautiful transformation of light rays. I even opened the shades in my room, and brightened up my natural hermit-at.

My heart was listening, but I wasn't ready to share.

I often feel like - okay, maybe God gave me this gift of writing that He yearns for me to develop. Well, reading and writing is a sure-fire way to enhance your writing. I was doing the reading, but not the writing. I have justified my time of silence as a gathering. I cannot write until I am ready. My fingers just know when they are ready for the keyboard. Sometimes unsure, but they are ready.

For all of January and most of February, time slipped away into a season of gathering. I was accumulating and reveling in the marvel of light. As I go on, in hope of spring, I will continue to seek the light, but I am ready to formulate my thoughts simultaneously now.

Not everything wise comes from the rearview.

My heart is this:
to seek the Light
to find the Light
to soak in the light
to reflect the Light
to be the light

LIGHT in the midst of chaos
LIGHT in the midst of darkness
LIGHT in the midst of doubt

LIGHT, illuminating the glimpses of heaven's glory, as we wait in anxious anticipation

As I muddle through the first few posts, my fingers might be rusty. I don't feel completely in the groove, but I trust the Lord, when He says he will give me the words to say. Boldly, I write. I share the light I have found. This alluding, sometimes elusive light, that leads me to the Light of the World. Oh, my heart.

When they deliver you over, do not be anxious how you are to speak or what you are to say, for what you are to say will be given to you in that hour. Matthew 10:19