City Lights

I find something quite beautiful in city lights.  I have one of the best memories of being on the top floor of the Bomber Hotel in Mexico City and looking out at the billions of lights in the valley.  I was awestruck at the sight of it and it definitely helped that it was Daniel and my 2nd anniversary of dating and he had just given me flowers.  I could sense the presence of God in that moment, felt the beauty of light in a dark world, and felt rather small but intensely loved.  God knows me intimately, yet I am one of many.  And out of the whole world, Daniel wanted me, loved me, and knew me.  There have been numerous other occasions where city lights have struck me in a special way.  Our many travels over the last few years have provided great backgrounds for beautiful nights full of city lights.  I also have a random spot in Cool Springs that has a pretty good view of the lights there and has been a great place to ponder in solitude.  I was struck again flying over Dallas and seeing lights in every direction as far I could see and here I am…in a little plane with a much different perspective than the cars on the ground.  I see beauty and simplicity.  Who knows what the people driving those cars were seeing and feeling.  And I see light.  I can’t see dark, just the absence of light in places spread throughout the city.  Light is beautiful.  The Light is beautiful.  And this week, a light that I love dearly, has the chance to shine a little longer and possibly a lot brighter.  This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine, let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.  Thank you Jesus.