It’s a classic warm-weather evening. The air is thick with Midwest balm. The sky’s a deep, dark canvas of mid-summer night. And my youngest boys are in the yard chasing fireflies.
“They’re so cool,” Zay says. He’s moving across the yard, and he’s still small enough to skip.
“Over there,” Sam says. His toes are past the sweet line of little-boyhood, but even he is drawn into this simple fun. He points to a place near the blue green hostas where several flying-wonders congregate–a collection of alluring light.
Gabe shoots around the yard, too, following yellow-green blips that hover low and then drift high.
And Lonny and I sit in the swing and watch. There’s something compelling about this scene.
There’s precious beauty in this display of light.
Makes me think of Jesus, my Savior, and source of true illumination, life, and light.
In him was life, and that life was the light of men. (Matthew 1:4 NIV)
“I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” (John 8:12 NIV)
For God, who said, “Let light shine out of the darkness,” made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ. (2 Corinthians 4:6 NIV)
It hurts my heart to think of where I’d be without it. Lost in the darkness of sin. Groping for peace but only pulling fistfuls of hopelessness. Void of life-changing, life-transforming light.
I am so thankful for Jesus–for the hope and light and life He’s given me.
The boys charge around for another half-hour. Lonny and I sit back and let them run.
There’s joy.
And peace.
And gladness.
It’s deeply fulfilling–this seeking light.
Thank you, Jesus. You are light of the world. Amen.
