Did you ever wonder why when we we are in the dark and we see the tiniest light that we look to the light?
I think I might know...
Did you ever as a child lay in the dark room and stare at the light that could be seen from where you lay? Did you stare until you couldn't see any more? Did you close your eyes and watch the colors dance behind your eyelids?
I remember doing that.
Today I heard two stories of two men.
The first man has separated from his second wife. He has chalked the failure up to the many mistakes. I believe that in his pain of it all he shares all the reasons why it is probably better. This way of anger, isolation, and frustration. How unmet needs make excuses for life that embraces sin.
The second man shares a story very similar to the first. His first marriage has come to separation. Children caught in a tug of war between expectation and parental rights. but this story has a taken a turn. A man with many responsibilities of his own has chiseled hours out of his life. Even to the wee hours of the night, he comes to the house of the man with the breaking family and shares bits of his own story.
Stories of hardships in his marriage. Stories of imperfect children. Stories of hard jobs.
And the best story of all.
The Better Way.
Somewhere in telling his own stories and The Father's story a man gets a glimpse into the hurt of his family.
Somewhere in sharing the pain of rejection and frustration a man lays aside himself and dates his wife.
Somewhere in the darkness a friend was a light to a man lost.
A family saved.
We are the light of the world. We are to be a city on a hill. A lamp that is not put out.
My dear friend, the light is in you. Do not be afraid to let it shine.
We are created to be drawn to the light.
