The Light.

Collages154I woke up this morning to bonfires in the western islands. The rising sun was reflecting in all of the windows across the Salish Sea. Orange glitter hemmed between blushed mountains and blue glass.

The way, the truth, and the light.

Light has been a theme for me in the last year, struggling to find a connection between the pieces of my book that I’ve written. My friend Rachel told me recently that when a butterfly is in its chrysalis, it doesn’t have any recognizable shape, but morphs into a “soupy mess.”

That is a bit how I feel about everything right now. In transition I feel like a soupy mess. Finn said to me before he fell asleep last night, “I want you to find a home for us. I want you to find a home for us right now.”

My heart broke a little to hear it. I feel the same way. I miss our little cottage and I am nervous about our future.

But slowly and surely the water droplets that glisten in my mind are starting to merge into each other and create a pool of light.

I woke up with the thought, “A geode must be broken in order to see the treasure inside.”

The light reflected in those myriad of crystal clusters can only be seen when its external shell is crushed. In brokenness we see the light. The truth. The way.

And He has done this on this day.

Happy Easter. And may the light of Christ be with you.

“For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” 2 Corinthians 12:10

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