I sat across from her, one older and wiser than me; one who had studied deeper, walked with God longer.
I told her my story. I pulled back the thick curtain of self-preservation to allow her to see my broken heart.
But…I faltered for words to wrap around a wound so big.
“I need…I need…” I said through my tears.
“You need light,” she said softly.
Yes. That was it. I needed light.
I thought of this moment yesterday as I read a Psalm so beautiful, so glorious, that I couldn’t imagine how I missed such a treasure for so long.
Light is sown for the righteous,
and joy for the upright in heart.
Light is sown for the righteous?
I laughed out loud with joy at the thought…
For what chance does the darkness have, when The Light Sower is in our midst?