We live among shadows. We move from one inflection of sorrow to the next, sometimes with moments of solace in between. It’s all this world can offer. Imperfect gifts and wavering goodness.

Looking to the lights. Heavenly lights. The Light. Light that cannot tolerate any shadow of turning (KJV). 

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. James 1:17 (NIV)

Justin is recovering nicely this morning. He said, “Mommy, I think I barfed out the cancer cause I feel pretty regular today.”

I am filled with gladness. And I am also convinced there’s nothing regular about you.

For now, we live among shadows where Light can and does come through. But we look forward with great anticipation for the day our hope is perfected. And we stand in the fullness of Light.

Justin is resting in bed with movies and water ice. Lights. Think I’m gonna ask Jeff to haul out the Christmas decorations again; this bedroom needs some cheerful, blinking colorfulness.

This is Grace.