Thursday, July 9, 2009
I shouldn't write on days like these. They come so infrequently and are quickly gone. But they are a part of this journey. I don't want to remember just the good days. I want to remember the days like this one - where I feel so small and everything else looms so large - because He is still here.
On a day like this, though no different really from the days leading up to it, circumstances press in and weigh heavy on the heart. The sun still shines, but all is shrouded in darkness. He calls with that still, small voice, and I turn away. Away from exactly what I need, choosing instead to sit in the darkness.
His is a persistent love. Since I will not come to Him, He comes to me whispering the very words I've memorized this past week:
"I pray that God, the source of hope, will fill you completely with joy and peace because you trust in Him. Then you will overflow with confident hope through the power of the Holy Spirit."
A tiny shaft of light pierces the darkness and hope begins to rise once again.