Originally written: August 28, 2015
I came to see the sunrise this morning—our last morning on the island—but I couldn’t see it. The clouds covered my view. I admit my initial reaction was one of extreme disappointment. There wouldn’t be a tomorrow for a second chance. But as I sat cross legged on my towel, in awe of God’s beautiful creation, the Lord reminded me that this sunrise could either be a disappointment or an incredible reminder.
And so it reminded me of Jesus—that even in times of darkness, in times when we cannot see beyond the clouds of cover, He is still there.
Day still came this morning--the sun rose and the light shone even though I couldn’t see its face.
As I write this, I am reminded of one of my favorite camp songs and one my children love to sing: “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine. Hide it under a bushel? No! I’m gonna let it shine.”
Even now I can see Cameron’s long, skinny fingers making the bushel. And I hear him so emphatically yelling, “No!” at the top of his lungs. And it makes my heart happy that at such a young age he is learning that the light cannot be stomped out.
Not by a bushel.
Not by the clouds.
I am reminded that He rules over all creation. I am reminded that there is hope.