Learning to live for HIS glory

The beauty struck me as I drove through town and country.  Darkness made it hard to see anything beyond the reach of my headlights or the few streetlamps, but something in the cold wet night caught my attention.  The rain.  Tiny droplets speckled my windshield and merged to form streams on the pavement.  Alone: just wetness, but catching the gleam of my headlights, the streetlights: glistening specks that spread the light.  Their reflecting chased away the darkness and lit up the night. Enjoying the beauty, my thoughts turned to how this resembles our relationship to Jesus and the world.  Like a little raindrop, I am not much to speak of on my own.  However, He is the Light shining on my soul, and reflecting Him brings Light to the darkness of this world. Driving, on a dark night, in the rain . . . Jesus' light is shining :)

If I were to tell you the past few months have been easy, I'd be lying.  The truth is, they've been anything but.  The path that I'm walking is not one I would have chosen, in fact, if given the option I would have run as far as I could in the other direction.  However, it is the path that God has chosen to lead me down . . . and even though the way ahead continues to look dark and hazardous, looking back I can see His faithful hand guiding, protecting, and wooing.  I don't recall only sunshine when I pause to remember, I also recall pain, frustration, and tears, but weaving through all the dreariness, the gold and silver threads of God's wondrous purpose, love, and hope. There have been dark days and moments, and I'm sure there are probably more to come, but that's not what I want to focus on.  Instead, permit me to draw our attention to the theme that Jesus has drawn mine too over the past week or so: that of hope. Hope . . . it's a word that makes o...