Shadows and Light
I sat back and stared, really stared, at my shadowy picture. The memories of that windy afternoon coming back, I could smell the salt, hear the wind and feel the pulsation of the water. Then something miraculous happened – in that moment, I could see the position of the sun, not just as a feature of lighting and shadow that I captured in one moment, but as how God is there, ever present, keeping me in His light.
The ocean, churning, powerful, stormy, and relentless is in the foreground. My life is seemingly out of control, like the water. The shadow of all seven of us sits on the face of the water, in limbo, constantly changing form and adjusting to the façade of the ocean. But the sun is out. It is there. It is behind us, reminding us of His ever-present warmth and love. It’s a wonderful gift, that picture. I can see the chaos, how I won’t be able to adapt, ever, to something solid. I must be flexible, like my shadow. I must remember, that even though life throws water, spray, power and erosion at me, my shadow can endure because it is God who lights my dark. I only need turn around and embrace the Son.