Sometimes the most beautiful things are only visible at night, the stars, the moon shining through the clouds and reflecting of trees and water. Each blade of grass seems significant; every leaf seems to hold a secret. We see things differently at night; there’s something about being enveloped in the shrouds of darkness that makes us feel connected to the world around us. It makes us proactively aware of each moment as it passes.
Because of this awareness, when walking at night, we see much less but notice much more. Even though we can only focus on what our flashlight illuminates for us, each object in our path receives careful examination. We give focus to what little we do know of our path so as to not be overwhelmed by the endless, unknown void that is our circumstance.
In sunlight, everything is illuminated so we take our effortless access to clarity for granted.
We don’t notice the light until it’s gone.
But…
He says “I am a lamp unto your feet and a light unto your path.”
When tragedy happens, our world goes dark. And the dark is frightening to those who are not acquainted with its shadows. But when wandering in the dark, simple intricacies of life retain much more beauty. Yes, uncertainty becomes our reality. I wish I could write into being a way to bring the darkness to an end but there is no such way. There are no shortcuts. There is only hope for a dawn and the pale reflection of moonlight.
And there is our lamp… There is Him.
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