I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth (Psalm 121:1-2).
The hill behind my house, not grand by mountain standards, is a challenge for my legs and lungs. One very dreary fall morning when my mood matched the weather, I was sitting at my kitchen table staring out into the backyard. Suddenly I was awed by “fire” in the treetops on the hill. The sun had broken through the clouds and its rays turned the trees to a brilliant orange that blazed against the black sky. It lasted only a few minutes, but what joy filled my heart as my eyes feasted on the beauty!
A greater joy came from remembering the One who made the hill, the trees, and the dark gloomy morning with its spark of beauty. Our merciful God is still in charge. The touch of His love turns darkness into light.
Time spent praying, praising God, and reading His Word helps me remember that though my days are not always sunny and fun, God is with me. His beauty, love, and mercy surround me. When my spirits start to sag, I look to my hill – or better yet, climb it. I find myself praising God for this bit of creation He has given me.
Creator God, help us look for the beauty in the world and in the people You put into our lives. Let the joy of hope shine in us. In Jesus’ name. Amen.
Light in the Darkness
Mustard Seed: Living as a Woman in Mission, 12/32
Written by Barbara Carlson
Published by Lutheran Women’s Missionary League, ©2009
Adapted by CREC, 2017