Light

 "My soul waits for the Lord, more than watchmen for the morning,

 more that watchmen for the morning."

The long winter is almost over.  Not that I am promising that the snow will stop and the temperatures rise to reasonable.  But in just  few days, the sun will rise exactly 12 hours before the sun sets.

The Light is back.

We have waited and waded through a long and tiresome winter to reach this point, and my joy overflows.  I can sit in my bed and watch the sun rise in the sky.  First there is but a hint that a new, light filled day is just over the horizon.  Then everything is bathed in pinks and purples.  Then the color changes to a yellow which is white which is bright and so, in some ways, no color at all.  That's what we are waiting for.  That light.

When darkness threatens our life, our family, our soul.....we watch for the light, that sign that we can breathe again.  What seems impossible in the depth of darkness gains true potential in the breaking of the first light.

We hear the story....'early in the morning, on the first day of the week, the women went to the tomb...'  There the light frightened and overwhelmed them, that is, until they saw the light.  The Risen Lord Jesus is the light we all long for.....the light who marks the final end of the darkness which was the cross then and is the cross today.

Until the day when Christ's light fills every corner of this world for every moment in every day, I will take my joy in the breaking of the morning light and the breath of a new day.