I love a grand mountain with moonlight on it. There is beauty in the soft light of the night. Everything is touched with a gentleness that makes the darkness a still place, a safe place.
But sometimes the night is thick with darkness and we see nothing. Little ridges in the road can trip us up and pull us down. I've bruised my legs more than once when I've fallen—literally, not figuratively, walking in the dark. It is not fun.
Yet darkness like this—thick darkness—is part of our lives. We hope it doesn't overcome us often. And it would be nice to stay home and not have to face this kind of darkness. Ever.
But for some of us, darkness invades our most sacred space of "home"—the place where we need to feel safe. The place where we find rest and in that rest we are able to grow.
When that happens, when the darkness crowds around us and makes it seem like our eyes are shut. When we see nothing and feel like the next step might be our last one. When we doubt beyond words that there is another side to the tunnel...
When that happens, I hope there is someone in your life who can say to you "There is One who never lets go, will not let go of you. He is the creator of Life. And His hands are Love. They bears scars that are Love."
And if you don't have that person, but you found me here today...Let me say it to you. "There are hands holding on to you, and they are Loving Hands." The Heart of the Creator is for you.
I don't say these words lightly. I know that when you are truly brokenhearted, you cannot feel love around you. I hold these words with reverence, on your behalf, and I believe them for you. Until the darkness lifts—and then I know you will see that Love was there.
Psalm 34:18 says, "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit."
I write on how humans develop and grow through challenges we face. I've divided this into three categories--Growing Love is about relationships and how we create conditions for growth despite the inevitable challenges. Cloudburst is about grief, specifically—which is a tricky topic. We need to keep growing but pushing is the opposite of helpful. And in Dancing on Hot Sand I talk about personal inner growth in hard places—spiritual growth, without sounding religious, I hope.