Monday, January 9, 2023

Dear God,

The single candle standing just behind the olive wood creche glows in the darkness.  In the early morning hours when all is dark inside and out, that one candle radiates light in the high ceiling and down the hallway.  That means we can see by the light of one candle!

As I did my early morning devotions, I kept looking at that light and remembered it only takes a tiny bit of light to change everything.  It is easy for me to reflect upon those who have been light to me.  My grandmother was a light bearer for sure.  Her light sought me out and persuaded me to believe in your son.  Her light was so connected to her love that when I saw one, I saw the other.

Light is a symbol of love to me.  When I gaze at the radiance of the candle by the creche, I see your light, your beauty and your warmth.  The light gets inside my soul and warms me from the inside out.  I feel joy and peace and contentment.  And through it all, I see you, Great Parent, I see you!

Loving God,

thank you

for the light

that directs me

to you.

Thank you

for my grandmother

whose light

and love

still live

within me.

Thank you

for daily light

that challenges me

to be

the light

for others.

Yours, Andrea