Father of Light

It's fascinating how recklessly we defend ourselves before God, forever asking all the vexing why's in our head. Why to this personal injustice in my life. Why to this waiting on nothing till no end. Why to this constant anxiety I can't shake off. Why to this whole list of things that don't belong. 

For if He were to physically stand fully before us, without any sort of protection transpired, would we continue to daringly wonder? Would we be able to steadily respire? 

It seems to be, that in His mysterious love, as He holds our hearts so delicately intact, we lose sight of the One in whose arms we are kept. And we think we see more than we really know. So we chase after a beauty that we never quite catch, the kind that's been masquerading in the human trap. Where we long for the days of no wrinkles or material lack. And we pay our way forward through all the right paths. We choose our own choices, we follow the steps. And somewhere we forget that He's our Heavenly Dad. 

Though we sing of His Sovereignty, though we pray in His Honour, though we worship His Holiness, though we rest in His Armour. Still we live in our pride and we think in our time and we fail all the while, to acknowledge the One we most desperately desire.

No, the Author of Life has never left our beside. But is ever revealing the true story Divine. In His beautiful smile and empowering eyes, leading the way. 

This, our Father of Light. 

“In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him. The sea is his, for he made it, and his hands formed the dry land. Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the Lord our Maker; for he is our God and we are the people of his pasture, the flock under his care. Today, if only you would hear his voice,” Psalm 95:4-7 NIV