“The darkness is passing away and the true light is already shining!”
– 1 John 2:8b, ESV –
Life can dawn on us gloriously, sun rays pushing back the night like an invading host of light.
Or it can come upon us like a thief, like a morning that dawns cloudy, rumbling, and pregnant with rain.
This sister has days of light and days of dark, and mostly days that are a mix of each. Today, instead of reminding you of a principle or telling you a tale, I am just going to pray.
This, my sisters, is for you and me, because we need Jesus every hour.
Today I pray for my sisters, my fellow-laborers in Your work.
I pray that they will stand before you holy and blameless in your sight, radiant in your joy and peace, while still mindful of the places from which You have brought them. What glory, for You to take notice of us!
I pray that I will stand confident as a new creation while never forgetting the need of those who have not yet been made new. A girl resurrected, may I never think that it was I who raised myself, or that my own power keeps me alive even now. May You alone receive that praise.
I pray that we will bless the parents who have shielded us from the storm beyond and all around, filtering the hard drops so that we would not be deluged. May we always bless them, who have taught us and led us in light so that we may, as we too grow up, face darkness with the Light shed abroad in our hearts.
Help us remember. Give us hearts to embrace the lost rather than run from them. Give us enough memory of our own past slavery to be able to go back and lead others to freedom. They do not deserve it—but neither did we. What love is this, my Savior, to awaken new hearts and then send us out to bring more twisted, broken hearts to Your side to be made whole as well! What a God You are, to delight to bring life again and again to the dead.
Give us pure hearts. Please, grace us with power to be open and real, confessing our sins to one another. Only then can we see that the sin in us is just as bad as the sin outside. Let us first see the beam before turning to the speck.
And oh, give us encouragement. We’re fighting in a battle that wearies us. Sometimes the darkness seems to snuff out all the light.
Break forth, O Light. Flood our eyes. Flood our hearts. With Your brightness, cover our faces with Your joy. In a darkening place, let our hearts be full of the approaching morning, the glory of journeying toward the Coming Day with You as our truest, never-betraying Friend.
Let us walk in the light, as You are the Light.
I joy in this: You, the Light, shall never be quenched, but will rise as Morning Star until the dawn breaks and Your Light makes all this darkness flee for the last time.
Until then, give us the strength to keep pushing back the Dark, taking Your Light to thousands of lamps that have yet been lit.
And thank you, thank you, dear Father, for letting us be vessels of this Secret Fire that fills and warms and lights our way.
In the name of our Savior, the Light of the World, the Son that will shine on us forever, Jesus,