In the darkest of nights…

Some years ago a candle was lit in a heart overwhelmed in inky darkness.  The Light of the world burned warm and bright, touching a candle wick that never knew such delight.  Light to see true beauty.  Warmth to share.  A heart now pulsating with love and hope never known.  The world changed.

The winds of time might blow.  The delicate flame might bend and flicker.  Yet is never extinguished.  A flame of faith.  A light deep within.  Unseen.  No matter the pain.  Or the chaos.  Or suffering.  Sometimes even doubt.  The Light of the world lit in a heart endures.  It always will.

The darkness?  Does it push in?  Is it trying to overwhelm?  Surrounding?  Smothering?  Smothering the breath?  The air so desperately needed?  Is the flame struggling?  All that remains is a glow?  An ember of warmth, but little light?  Faith all but gone?

All but gone.  But not gone.  A smouldering wick he will not snuff out (Isa 42:3).  A breath of his Spirit and the ember bursts into light and warmth again.  Have courage.  Have hope.  Have faith.   In him is life, and that life is the light of all humanity.   The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness will not overcome it (John 1:4-5).