Looking down from heaven, I wipe away a few wayward stars to get the perfect view of your little corner of the world. From where I am I see the blues, greens and whites of a palette of painted perfection – I see the majesty of the thing I created oh, so long ago.
And yet, within this beauty and wonder I also see great sadness, those who’ve lost their way, those who live within locked doors with pulled curtains.
Brother against brother. Mother against child.
This world you are living in is far from what I hoped it’d be. The swirls upon swirls of beauty, wonder and colors so clear and vivid . . . I wish it were as beautiful there as it is from here.
But I know it isn’t.
I see the pile of newspapers on your doorstep. It hurts too much to read them. The evening news is something you only watch if you must. It’s hard to see the faces on TV and not instantly connect with them, feeling their pain, weeping for the stranger and knotting your stomach with fear and regret.
It breaks My heart that you have to worry about the stranger who smiles at you. No one should have to wonder the reason behind an unfamiliar smile. I weep to think that your children can’t go for a Sunday stroll on the sidewalk on an adventure to anywhere they please. I hope you find comfort in the fact that in safety and danger – I am always there . . . good times and bad. I’ll never leave you or forsake you.
This world is a darkened place . . . and it’s been that way for a long time.
It’s certainly not what I had in mind. The darkness that has enveloped the world is the reason I had to send the Light. It’s the reason I had to send My child and the reason I had to turn away the day He hung on a hill. It’s never easy to give up that which we love.
The sunshine was no longer enough.
The world required a beacon. The world needed a Savior. No one else would do . . . and I loved you that much. That I’d give up My only Son to die that you might live.
That Light now lives with Me in heaven but He’s left His light within you too. Promise Me that when the world is dark, when times are uncertain and the news is about the scariest thing you can imagine, that you won’t spend your life looking for the wolf outside your window. Instead spend your life looking within. Find your light, be the light and don’t ever let it go out.
I’m counting on you to let your light shine. Big or small. . . through the blues, greens and swirls of white . . . I can pinpoint you from way up here with just one little flicker and you’ll never know what just ONE little flicker can do when it burns bright with faith and the realization that behind every little light . . . there is hope.
- Art in the age of “big data” (nicolatriscott.org)