“Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world.”
This morning, when the earth was still wet with dew, I walked out into the garden. The sunflowers by the fence stared expectantly towards the east, waiting for the sun—waiting to turn their pedaled heads to follow her as she marched across the sky. “I want to be like them,” I whispered to God. “I want to turn my face to you and follow you every day.”
“I’d like that,” God said.
“I may need some help,” I confessed. “I’m often distracted, stuck in my ego.”
“I sent my Son to help you. His love will light your way to me.”
I sat down on the wooden bench under the pear tree and listened to the sounds of God’s creation waking up, feeling Christ’s spirit stirring in my heart. I lifted my face to my Father and for a moment, was overcome by the sweetness of His love for me. Unexpected tears of gratitude made their way down my face. I sat there for a long time, in the quiet of the morning, in the warmth of God’s gentle embrace.