The people walking in darkness
have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of deep darkness
a light has dawned.
We light the candle and read the scriptures from Isaiah this first week of Advent. And we seek His face, all shining in glory. His glory that led our bound and captive hearts to the Light. Light that holds us tight.
And I think deep about that first Christmas and what it all means truly, really, not just by rote. I bet there was a hush all over the hillside that night so long ago. With darkness blanketing the land. And in the stillness stars hung sleepy. Except for the One that shone extra bright.
And in a cave dark and damp Heaven came down. Light illuminating darkness.
For to us a child is born,
to us a son is given,
and the government will be on his shoulders.
And he will be called
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
And He lights the way still for you and for me, with just enough light for the next step so we must follow closely.
Only there have been times when I did not.
I closed my eyes to the Light and choose to stumble in the darkness. My heart left His path and wandered into a pit that had some of the appearances of light. Enticements often coming wrapped in just enough truth to make us buy the lie and lie down with the enemy and worship the golden calf.
And down deeper into darkness I tumbled. Step by step, slowly coming undone with the wanting what I longed for and the searching for it in the darkness. God given desires all twisted and my heart knotted hard and so deep in the pit that my eyes could hardly behold the glory of the Lord.
But He is faithful and His light never goes dark, and my heart is forever His.
I am under vows to you, O God; I will present my thank offerings to you. For you have delivered me from death and my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before God in the light of life.
Love, His true and abiding Love, is an eternal light that guides us back home when we have wandered far and away.
And in walking out of darkness, in repenting of my sin, I returned to His path. To the narrow way. The Way of the cross. The Jesus Way.
You, O LORD, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light.
And that little baby who was born to die for me and for you fanned the flame in my heart.
Embers which had grown cool to His touch, blazed to life again with His glory and His purpose and the love of a godly husband so very dear that the hardness melted like snow on a sunny day and the streams of living water thawed in the light of the Son and my little light knocked over got set back up on its lamp stand.
Light dispelled the darkness. Son illumined the dark night of my soul.
I will lead the blind by ways they have not known, along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth. These are the things I will do; I will not forsake them.
And where do you find yourself during this season of making merry?
Have you bumped your heart in the dark and perhaps broken His?
Come back into the Light this Christmas if you are lost. It is never too late to turn back to the path from where you turned off.
And in His righteousness you will shine again.
So still your soul and surrender your heart as you wait for the advent of our King and His light that shines forever …
Linking with Emily at Imperfect Prose