We hear whisper towards home, towards connection, towards open arms and gentle place to rest our weary heads. When we lay down at night we consider our day or try to forget it. We reflect on the beauty, the surprises, the ways we fell flat on our face.
We cry, some days, our heart aching. Bright sunlight falls cold; clouds cover light. Warmth? Where? How to be drawn close? How can golden light fall?
We shout loud for light. We sing hard for hope.
We fear darkness uncovered still allows in no light. No hope. No choices. Only a dead end. Despair.
Oh, may we ever feel the sun again.
But yes, Father, You are light. You pull us in—towards beginning, towards healing, towards promises of future, towards rewriting the story of our past.
We choose. We choose You. On the longest days, the darkest days, the days of shadows and regret and frustration and isolation.
You come. You come again.
And You rescue us. Here. Now. Again and again and again.
Hold us tight now. Let us love You and hope for You and choose You and see You.
Oh, how You love us! Give us a greater glimpse of this love that is too great for us to imagine!
And here, here, let this be a place, Father, where we come together, reaching for You, breathing deep Your open-space love that never ends.
Draw us in. Draw us close.
We, your daughters, come.
Praying you have the most beautiful, glorious, light-filled weekend, my friends.