Our journey toward the Light of God’s presence will be fraught with detours along the way. Life’s darkness steals around the edges of our days as it seeks to blot out the light. A sweet-pea flower’s fragility reminds us how our lives often feel like a transient, tender flare of brightness set within dark and gloomy circumstances.
Where do we turn to when things go awry? Who do we seek out when in need of soul solace?I’ve found that failing to turn swiftly to God only brings deeper misery. But if we make Him our first port of call, pray instead of trying to cope alone or pushing Him away, then He is ever faithful to come to our rescue.
I’m discovering the dependence which having chronic illness brings can cause frustration, resentment and unwillingness to yield, but over time it begins to change our perception of surrendering.
The poem below depicts a dragonfly’s journey and also mirrors our human one as we learn to arise, lean toward the light, become less dependent on self, and sense a bright, joyful welcome in God’s presence.
earth grubbing silt and sludge dwellers
stuck mud-deep, dark glooming
in humanity’s squall,
little realising there is a way to climb
free from such insanity; drenched in
slime, smell of death clings fast,
seeping into all
earthbound, plodding through endless days
of toil, rooted in routine, shielded
from questing thought
by the sheer monotony of the way
life trundles on, one day following
another in repetitious refrain, yielding
far less than it ought
a glint appearing; light wavering
glows slow with fronds emerging
for us to climb upon
Slim reed of hope, discovery,
shoots into view, enticing us to seek
rescue, release from watery grave
echoing a saving song
blinking in great wonder and delight
As dragonflies, our wings unfurl,
breaking free in dance
of grace, coloured and caught by Light
Every part on fire, shimmering bold,
aswirl with joy untold, glimmering
soul and spirit entranced
We wear faith like a fragrant garland around our weary necks while we press hard into each day’s demands, and we learn how to look for the Light, shake off the dust that clings tenaciously and lean on God for everything.
Our very weakness and fragility, far from being limiting things, become a special means of grace, an opening up to seeing God’s gracious hand at work in the commonplace.
It involves listening with spiritual intent to all our lives are saying to us, hearing the ways God reaches out in love to speak His wholeness into our brokenness.
God is always inviting us to join Him in the Light, to marvel as our beauty unfurls in the warmth of His presence, to see and sense what we have come from and where we are going to.
As we draw closer to Advent, I will be sharing more about our dark, earthbound condition and how God invites us into the airborne freedom of His Light. I’d love to hear how this season is speaking to you.