I wish you could hear these trees.
God has given me such a beautiful place to thrive. In the parsonage, I could always look out my back window, at the fields and the sky, and be filled with just enough hope. That I could see the sunset every night, that my children had a wide open space to run free, that I could sunbathe in my backyard with beauty and privacy, these were precious gifts that lit the world to me. These were signs that God was good, that He remembered me.
For God so loved the world, he filled the world with colors. Color can’t exist without light. I don’t know how to explain this, but for me, seeing is believing. If I can’t see, if the world goes completely dark, with no color or music to translate into light, I am lost. There is nowhere to go, nowhere to run, nowhere to fly, nowhere to sing. I’m like a bird with no wings,unable to be what I was created to do. This is where God makes His greatest moves. This is where Jesus comes in.
“Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path.”
“God is light, in Him there is no darkness at all.”
“In Him was life, and that life was the light of men…”
With Jesus I can see again.
With Light we join the choir.