It’s still dark when I stumble downstairs rubbing sleepy eyes. I glance out the back window and yawn as slivers of light pierce through the shroud of , and I know the baby chicks are safe inside their coop beneath the heat lamp. Still only weeks old, their whole little world takes place inside that box; a small, simple space where a light that’s meant to flow is barely visible through the cracks. Held and captured and serving its purpose only within the walls.
I turn to start the coffee, but I keep thinking of those who live in similar boxes; those whose light glows dim…a light that’s meant to flow, though remains barely visible through the cracks….serving its purpose only within the walls.
“You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house.” (Matthew 5:14-15) NIV
She smiles and rises from the pew standing a little easier now after her surgery. And after all these years, he still reaches for her hand when they sing the old hymns. They’ve weathered the storms together, prayed through the blessings and the burdens, determined to praise Him even through tears and heartbreak; through the lives they’ve touched, family members they’ve buried, decisions they’ve made – they’ve shared the love of God every step of the way. Together, they’ve lived in the light of the Lord serving Him, grateful and satisfied, far beyond all fears and limitations.
“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33) NIV
She rocks her baby at night in the dark, careful not to alert the “unfriendlies” who might be lurking in the shadows. It’s not easy being a new mom in the mission field, bringing the Word of God where it’s not allowed, but the Lord lights the way…and she hums in a mother’s voice only a baby could hear. Gently, quietly, he drifts off to sleep leaving her in the quiet and in the still…with the peace and reassurance of His presence….serving in the light of His will.
“However, I consider my life worth nothing to me; my only aim is to finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the good news of God’s grace.” (Acts ) NIV