Monday, February 21, 2011
It was sunny, clear blue skies every day at the beach. Oh, glorious sunshine. I love it! I can't go long without it. I'm how my friend describes herself, "I'm solar powered. When the sun doesn't shine, I don't shine." And when it does shine, I perk right up.
I often imagine myself as being a flower, droopy and bent on cold winter days, my petals half buried in the frozen soil. Or parched and thirsty in the dry, rocky soil of summer. Until Jesus pours His Living Water over me, saturating each petal, every leaf , flowing down my spindly stem , until I'm filled with Him. Like a "fresh, bubbling spring within, giving eternal life", John 4:10 NLT.
I understand why butterflies (another image I connect with myself), love to lift up their wings and bask in the warm sunshine. If I had wings, I'd do the same thing. I love to sit outside in the cool air of early spring and lift my face to the sun, letting it seep into my pores, spilling all the way into the center of me. "Calling me out of the darkness into His wonderful light", I Peter 2:9 NLT.
OH, LORD, GIVE ME MORE OF YOUR SUN-FILLED DAYS TO GET ME THROUGH THE DARK-FILLED ONES.