A few years ago while staying in Ruidoso with family, I awakened to an early morning of worry. “Might as well get up and do something productive,” I remember saying (and hearing most my life). Then it happened. With coffee of course.
As a I peered out around the porch railing facing East, a series of images filled my head and heart with a very clear message. Word pictures really. Majesty. Faithfulness. Trustworthiness. Loving Creator. Never-ending promise. All those thoughts and feelings that came with that first Light of dawn overwhelmed me in grace. God’s grace.
As Dad and I sit here this morning drinking coffee and loosening our grips on worry, the Lord is at it again. A bit foggy but still happening, a new day arises. We watch Mom vanish in plain sight. The days and weeks come too quickly now.
And yet. Faithfulness. Majesty. Trustworthiness. Loving Redeemer. All those things we know to be the truth of God’s relationships remind me (and Dad too) that Mom’s place here is transforming in a new day, a fresh Light.
Come, O Come, Emmanuel. Live in us again today. And bless my mother in peace, I pray.
Along the Way
Author: Paul E Harris
Journal posts from a pastor and spiritual friend