I've been turning these words over and over in my mind, and wanting to post them for a while.
I have been so thankful to experience nearness to the Lord God in light and laughter.
In time of great abundance.
But I know that darkness will come as it does to most, and some more than seems their lot.
I am watching some near to my heart stretch out their hands in front of them,
feeling their way through blindness.
It is disturbing to witness, and tinges my bright season with guilt for enjoying joy!
I am intrigued to realize that my path, while well-lit today, is only one way to meet God; to know Him.
Thick darkness, the kind that envelopes completely and rests on ones back as a burden.
A darkness you can almost taste, and never know if there will be light again
(for there is no promise)...
This is the place where Moses met God.
He was there.
The Light of Life was waiting in the thick darkness to meet with man.