It’s early morning and the house is quiet. I love this time of day best. Fire burning and tree lights twinkling. My heart settled in truth.
Before the frenzied rush of day, my soul stilled and filled with God.
I know that all of my living and doing and striving can take me far away from peace. My memories and anxious thoughts can distance me from these calm and hushed moments.
Do you feel it in your busyness? In your distress? The stretching and groaning of your soul?
I think back to that Christmas three years ago, when life was growing dark.
But even there, a soft, calming light of truth was near. We were never alone, never forsaken. We were strengthened for every hard moment. We were blessed to see God through it all.
He was very present in our trouble. And He is here in all of the mundane of today. Still speaking light into all of the corners of my life.
We pass a house in our neighborhood that is decorated profusely for the holidays. In the bright light of day, it looks cluttered and a little shabby. But in the night, the lights shine over it, making it cheerful and bright.
We are a little like that house. Examined closely, we are faded and worn, weary and run down. Rooms of sadness. Rooms of fear. We are sitting in such darkness.
But into that darkness has come a marvelous, glorious, gentle light.
Emmanuel. God with us.
He has enough light for all our darkness. Enough joy for every sadness. He speaks peace to all our fear.
He came to give us an eternal hope. To transform our tattered gloom into radiant joy.
To be our King. To save us.
O come, let us adore Him.
The Sunrise in our shadowed darkness.
Christ, the Lord.
Because of the tender mercy of our God, with which the Sunrise from on high will visit us, to shine upon those who sit in darkness and the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace. Luke 1:78-79