The flame of truth wanes while we’re groping in the dark, trying to feel and taste and smell the familiar that leads to a door of understanding. And just about the time we let go, sit down cross-legged on the cold floor, he illuminates the room with hope. The door revealing truth was in arms reach the whole time, the handle and hinges just didn’t feel the way we expected.
Settling into Sunday and thankful for the Light.
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I love taht He lights my lamp and never casts me out into the dark. Beautiful, Shelly. Bless you, my sweet friend. Enjoy your weekend!
I’m catching up on your posts tonight. You are a blessing.
Beautiful photo and message Shelly. Thanks for your comment on my blog and the photos there. Needed a change of pace. Have a great week!
Yes, so often it has been and is in arms reach. After all. I know that groping of which you speak. The handle, the knob, the Way was there all along. The Door, The Shepherd, The Bread…..thankfully, mercifully there. May I have eyes to see.
Me too Elizabeth, its my constant prayer. To see what I am blind to in the every day.
Getting a little lost in your 31 Days posts. I’m so impressed when people commit to this 31 day challenge, but you, you do it really well.
Aw, thanks Amy. That means a lot coming from you. Appreciate your encouragement. I’m a bit weary from it to be honest, but God is faithful to speak inspiration throughout.
Yes!!! So, so thankful for the Light! Have a beautiful Sunday, Shelly. Love, Patricia
Such faith filled wisdom in looking for “handless and hinges that we do not expect”.
Waving to you from Nebraska! I love that I can hear your voice here.
Glad you can hear it Deidra. Waving back.