The Father smiles & The Children dance

The Children dance as morning rain sprinkles a new day over a heavy night.

The light cuts into the darkness and breathes air into the lungs of dreamers.

Eyes open.

Ears hear.

No one sleeps.

No one wants to miss the opening of this gift.

A new day.

Hope enters in and hangs on the hidden hooks of hurting hearts and doors long closed are swung wide open in celebration.

A room gains light through a window and new colors emerge from the once dully-lit space.

The Son has come.

Father, what is this? The daughter asks in fear.

I can’t let the light in. My mire can’t be seen!

She hides her face from her Father’s smile.

She runs back into the familiar darkness of her past.

She closes the blinds of her soul so to let no light in.

She fears His smile.

But He isn’t the sun she knows.

He is THE Son.

He won’t dim and He won’t burn her.

He is gentle and kind.

He shines to bring forth new things, not to shame what was once hidden in the dark.

He came to serve.

He came to shine on the good.

He came to smile on her and see her reflect the colors He has created in her.

Days pass, years pass and the Son still shines even through the night.

But she only peers out for a time in the morning, when it is quiet and no one can see her.

Without the light her colors look dim and some of them are there but she’s never seen them.

Her heart begins to ache sharply as other’s words and actions pierce her conscience.

Her stomach turns into knots when someone even looks her way.

She is afraid of being seen.

She hides.

She dreams of the Father she ran away from and forgets how to open the blinds.

Her breathing is slowed and she can no longer sing.

Then the rain came.

Heavy drops hit the window like knocking on a door demands a response.

What is this? She asks.

She opens the blinds to see.

She is overwhelmed.

In awe, she slides open the window and sticks her head out.

One drop.

Two drops.

Twenty drops.

A hundred drops.

Ten thousand drops.

She jumps out of the window and lands on good soil.

She tilts her head back and drinks of what is freely given to her.

She is soaked in the Grace of the Son.

Her mire can’t be seen because it is washed away.

She finds a solid rock and simply stands upon it.

The daughter begins to sing.

Then, the Son breaks through the clouds, through the confusion, through the doubt.

Her colors illuminate and His words flow through her.

The Father smiles & The Children dance.