Because of God’s merciful compassion, the Dawn from on high will visit us to shine on those who live in darkness and the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace. Luke 1:78-79
My words…
You know how much I want to be like you, Lord. You are the perfect pattern of how I should live while I am breathing. But I’m not sure if I would want to pattern my life after Yours if You had not visited my world populated with breakable skeletal structures, vulnerable skin cells, paralyzing fears, overwhelming ignorance, devastating power struggles, and so on. Your compassion must have filled every crevice of heaven for You to choose to grow in a maiden’s womb, be born in a dirty stable, and endure the company of white-washed tombs, broods of vipers, and those of little faith. And while many throughout history reject Your divinity and mock your teachings, I choose to repeat the inspired words of Zechariah and declare You to be the Dawn from on high. Life can be likened to a bad night’s sleep. I toss. I turn. I cramp. I reach for the bottle of pills and toss some more. But when the first rays of sunlight force away the night, there You are – the first light, the day-spring who lights my path so I may joyfully tread the limiting, vulnerable, paralyzing, overwhelming, devastating paths of the world with You.
