This year on the Fourth of July I sat with my daughters Beth, Leigh and family, with our friends on the shore of the Willamette River. I watched the fireworks exploding and dancing in the air over the river. It was a glorious display with shards of gold and red bursting out above the water.
But for me it was more, so much more. The spiritual significance I saw painted truth in the sky, and spoke to the deep places in my heart. My God had something precious to share with me. I share it now with you.
From my Quiet Time Notebook:
. . . when my Lord’s love for me meets my love for Him, there are fireworks of heavenly ecstasy . . . a living foretaste of what awaits me in the life yet to come.
Luke 1:78-79 (NIV) . . . the rising sun will come to us from heaven to shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the path of peace.
My heart's cry: “Your guidance, Your light. Lord, how I long for it.”
And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. (Genesis 1:3)
Then I said, “Lord, by faith I claim that light . . . illumine the dark places in my soul as I walk with You. Teach me to trust You and You only.”
And Jesus said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness but will have the light of life” (John 8:8b).
When darkness overcomes our hearts--cling to the brightness of His tender touch. His light is pure, Holy and beautiful and He loves you. Reach out--seek the living light of His Presence. There is healing to be found in Jesus.