When the day seems dark and dreary, reminders of strength rise in front of me when I look for it.
Rising all around me, promise emerges in the wilderness.
Promise that I am in this for the long haul, weathered and worn and still rising up to the skies.
And then…light breaks through, upon the solid promises and illumines the valley. Shadows retreat.
With the light revealing the promises rising around me, I glance at the path and find more promise. Promise of new life.
Yes, my friends, the promise of life and presence of the Spirit, fill the valleys that were once covered in shadow.
And, my oh my, I am filled with the same promises and the same light that is gifted to us, every day. The Spirit is at work and my eyes are opened to beauty, divine.
The journey continues…and not without the promises.
May the Spirit reveal for you the promises of life and the light that no darkness will overcome.