The little girl asks where the sun has gone. Morning is already
looking at noon when she notices.
"It is hidden under the clouds," I explain. She refuses to believe
me. I get that, in the face of darkness or disappointment or fear or
frustration, it is terrifically hard to see light.
I promise her it is there. I promise her there is a Jesus that
allows the earth to see the sun and the moon every single day and I know in my
heart darkness cannot remain.
The problem, the worry, the angst that forces sleeping eyes
open; it may cast a shadow but once embraced by light, light embraces us as
well. We are embraced by a plan bigger than ours with a purpose great and a
hope larger than life itself.
I may not always click "like" on these little posts of yours but rest assured, they are always read and enjoyed and often are thought provoking! Thank you
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