… watching for the brushstrokes of God
Blessed are you
in whom
the light lives,
in whom
the brightness blazes—
your heart
a chapel,
an altar where
in the deepest night
can be seen
the fire that
shines forth in you
in unaccountable faith,
in stubborn hope,
in love that illumines
every broken thing
it finds. ~ Jan Richardson
How does the light live in you?
I have been wondering about an advent sky. Would it be the first sliver of light that comes to those sitting in darkness? Or would it be the guiding star? Or is it more like a stormy cloud on the horizon for what else does “fear not” mean when the good news always upsets the ordered lives of those receiving it.
What are you looking for in the advent sky?
Be longing. The space between these two words caught me standing at the threshold of Advent…be…longing…
How do the two words invite you in?
“The gift of light — enlightenment, delight, lightness — comes when we tap the places of hope and faith inside us.” ~ Sue Monk Kidd, When the heart waits
How does the light come?
“…if our days were routinely sun-filled, peaceful, tranquil, predictable, without conflict, their very serenity would soon seem flat, humdrum, and stale. God allows his brilliance to be highlighted by shadow and his summer warmth to be contrasted with winter chill so that we will know the difference and appreciate the light and warmth. There is purpose in the divine chiaroscuro.” ~ Luci Shaw
How does the light come?
“In this strange season when we are suspended between realization and expectation, may we be found honest about the darkness, more perceptive of the light.” ~ Jack Boozer
With the Eyes of the Heart 