The New Year sky is draped in pink, with lower layers of twilight, a hue made from reflecting snow and sunset blue. The silhouette of barren trees delicately balance the ribbons of color in their branches, waiting for the moon’s signal to bow and let the curtain fall.
And it will fall, time and again just as the sun will rise. The seasons will continue to ebb and flow like the tide and the wrinkles will come and the newborns will cry. And I continue to pray, like my Grandmother before me, for my children, and my future children’s children.
There is much to see here on planet earth, much to taste and hold and touch and learn about but nothing like the love of a Father who spoke the stars in place, one to shine on each of us. He casts His light on this dark world and calls our name, warms our face. We turn slowly as if surprised that someone beyond our universe could possibly be standing there, could possibly inhabit our hearts!
But He is and He can and as of late I wait and pray and plead with anticipation and expectation for the same sunset truth to flicker in my children’s souls, no matter where they are or what their burdens may be. I look out my window and back in time to recall the stories of old where waves were drawn up and Seas were crossed, and walls fell down at a trumpet’s sound. Nothing is impossible with my God, nothing is impossible for Him! I remember angelic visits, visions and dreams and mouths of lions held shut, fires that could not burn the men inside the flame because of my God!
Then there is His mercy, that no man will ever comprehend or understand or equal. Oh Lord, be merciful to my children and to me. Adjust our eyes that we might see, our wills that we may follow you as a soldier plunges forward in the front-lines. Give us courage to leave what ever our nets may be to run after you. May we never forget forgiveness is but one word away, one nail away, one tombstone rolled away, and love covers a multitude of sin!