As 2016 drew to a close and 2017 began, it definitely felt like there was more darkness in the world than light.
This afternoon, as I walked my dog on our usual route around the complex in the fading light of dusk, my mind wandered over the last few months. An election that created enemy lines. Cancer diagnosis after cancer diagnosis, in my church and among childhood friends. The Friday before Christmas, I sat in the
The Friday before Christmas, I sat in the high school gym where I had once cheered and listened to as one of our former high school basketball stars eulogized his twin brother, who lost a years-long, hard-fought battle with cancer just days before Christmas.
Friends lost grandparents and loved ones. Just days before Christmas, my close friends accepted another foster placement, a 3-year-old child with nowhere to go. A coworker’s brother was badly hurt in a difficult-to-fathom crime.
But as the dusk turned to evening, the sky deepening to navy, my thoughts slowly shifted to a prayer.
Father, in our grief, we trust you.
In our fear, our doubt, when the light seems overcome by the darkness.
We pray for healing because we know You are a Healer. We pray knowing that whatever happens, You can use it for Your glory. We pray because our hearts cry out for You and our souls need reminders of the hope we only find in You. We pray—trusting by faith, trusting your Word—when our doubts and feelings tell us not to trust You.
Remind us, Lord, that “the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it” (John 1:5).
The darkness may seem to be winning, but the light still shines. Rest in that hope.