the light within

Every summer night, I run outside to witness the setting sun.  It’s a ritual, of sorts.  Up and down the beach people wander out of their front doors and sit on benches to watch the sun drop below the western horizon. 

Each night I take at least one photo to commemorate the sun’s descent; because, although the sun sets every night, it never gets old…or should never get old.  It is a reminder that it is good to be alive, to be here one more day to witness to the splendor of light.

One night in August I went out my side door.  Instead of shooting from the familiar viewpoint, I watched the sun peek through my neighbor’s windows, like a beacon shining from within the home.

When Jesus proclaimed us the light of the world, he was calling us to shine forth from the light in our hearts and homes to a dark and broken planet.  But I have no light of my own to shine.  I am merely a clear conduit for light, invisible but for His light pouring through me.

Tonight, I will witness one more eventide event, then pack up the car tomorrow and leave until next summer.  I share this fitting summation to summer’s end.

Love, Liz

“Where evening fades, You call forth songs of joy.”  Psalm 65:8