Sunday, November 11, 2012

Dear God,

How well I remember the darkness.  As I soared singing in worship this morning, I thought of others going through darkness.  I thought of how dark the darkness can be when entered alone or without faith.  I thought of how darkness can claim the soul when the person going through it has no light.

When I think of the darkness, oh my creator, I remember bouts with family estrangement, breast cancer, marriage difficulties, and issues of self doubt.  I recall those dark times when the darkness itself threatened to overtake me.  I remember how fear tortured me in the loss and sadness.

But more than all these, I remember the still, small voice in the darkness, the hope that came as I blinked long enough looking for you and finding you in my midst.  I remember how that hope sustained me giving me comfort and peace.  I remember love pervading the darkness and overtaking it to give me the light.  I remember the light offering me joy so I could celebrate and in the midst of the celebration I experienced your glory.  That's just how it was.

As I consider those in great suffering, I pray for your word to come.

Loving God,
we are
your children,
every single one
of us.
Thank you
for the gift
of being part
of your family.
Thank you
for darkness
that allows
for the light.
Thank you,
Wondrous Creator,
for the darkness
and the light.

Love, Andrea