At the window I stand, staring through a dusky pane out at the clouded horizon.
The weight of gathering shadows overhead are like the weight of growing doubt in my heart.
There is a dim sliver of light at the far edge of the horizon.
When I am alone and lonely, I wonder if I should let my gaze fall heavy into the clouds or if I should strain my gaze into the small beam of light.
And then I read, “The Lord also will be a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in time of trouble; and those who know Your name will put their trust in You, for You, O Lord, have not forsaken those who seek You.”
At the window I stand, watching the dim sliver of light as it grows brighter.
The weight of the clouds still hang low, but the weight of my heart is lifting.
When I am alone and troubled, I realize that the Light has always been there, that it has never dwindled, flickered, shifted, or faded away.
It is always there.
It is always with me.
It will always be my guide.
“I will give thanks to the Lord with all my heart; I will tell of all Your wonders. I will be glad and exult in You; I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High.”