This bright morning, I thought of a sweet illustration of my role in my grandchildren’s lives. Before sunrise, I prayed for my grandkids and I heard a noise at the window next to me. I turned my desk lamp to shine through the window so anything that shouldn’t be on my deck would perhaps be scared away by the light. This had the unanticipated effect of lighting up the five oldest grandkids’ gingerbread houses. When I went back to bed I left the light shining on those little houses, symbolic of them being covered by the light of my prayers. But this morning the light is flowing through the shaded windows with such brilliance that the little desk lamp’s contribution is not only unnecessary, but unnoticed. I switched the lamp off and thought about how sometimes we are called to cover our loved ones in prayer for a season but that God’s brilliant light will break through and we can take our rest. Which is exactly what I’m doing today in the wake of our youngest grandchild’s open heart surgery and the labors of intercession and service that accompanied his ordeal.
Thank You Lord, that though weeping may endure for a night, joy comes as surely as day follows night (Psalm 30:5). Thank You for breaking through our darkness with Your light. Thank You for sending Jesus to us, God present with us, Immanuel. And thank You that our baby grandson is going to be ok.
