Let there be light.
In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters. Then God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light. And God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness. God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day.
For many, 2017 was a year filled with struggle, strife, and loss. The most commonly asked question in Houston for months was “did you make it through Harvey okay?” followed a few months later by “how is your rebuild?” The airwaves and internet were often filled with rhetoric of hate and negativity, with stones thrown by those on both sides of seemingly every issue.
Last year was also overflowing with stories of neighbors helping neighbors, coming together, and honesty. Strangers from all over the country sent supplies and helping hands, people from all walks of life joined together to support each other, and many spoke up for themselves or others who could not. Not to mention the Astros winning the World Series.
On March 11 my grandmother died, almost four years to the day of my grandfather’s passing in 2013. I am told often that I look like she looked at my age, and that my sass and spirit remind people of her as well. I have struggled to deal with her being gone, and it wasn’t until the memorial service of another close family friend recently that I heard something that finally brought me some peace.
When someone dies in faith, they close their eyes and immediately open them to the face of Christ, in an instant – a blink. In no time at all, she was face to face with her Savior, fully known and fully loved.
I want to go into this new year with that in mind – closing my eyes to fear and doubt and opening them to the light of Christ, born to us to bring hope and peace. Let us constantly seek that light, knowing that it, and we, are good.