“They looked to Him and were radiant, and their faces were not ashamed.” Psalm 34:5
Everything about You is light. Can I even grasp this kind of light, sent by the One whose very existence eradicates darkness?
I look at You and my face gains color, anew. One simple look changes all. I inherit Your radiance. I am ashen, dark — and You bring light to overshadow my stains.
Eyes on You and I am new. This is the exchange You’ve contrived: I look up, out of my own darkness, and this one glance invites You to paint Your life — Your color — overtop of mine.
I drink Your light and I wear it. You are light and You, in me, allows for the darkness which attempts to threaten me to bear no sting. Shame can’t share the space with You. When I look at You, my mark is You.
You mark me with light. I worship You, oh God of light.
You define beauty, radiance, by Your light. I lift cautious, fearful eyes out from underneath the weight of a life spent looking at me, up and onto You. Then all of You, within, gets magnified over me. I dress myself up in Your light that is working its way across my insides.
I love You, Lord of new light. I adore You, Father of morning light cresting over, under, and from within the darkest night. You give us a picture of Your Son’s power, within, and Your power reaching down, every single morning when the night is pushed back by the sun’s pronouncement of You.
Your light showers the earth and, by it, we grow. The canopy overhead and the grass underneath my feet drink, daily, of this life-sustenance: Your light. You shower the earth from the outside and You wash Your children from their insides. All by Your light.
You call forth Yourself from within me, and for this I adore.
My face shines You, because of You.
I have not earned this light, I’ve inherited it.
I freckle under Your promise. By You, my chemistry changes.
I love You Father of light.
If you are compelled, I invite you to participate. Set up a space and time in your own life to begin adoring. Over laundry or dinner dishes, on your commute to work, or in the wee morning hours — five or ten minutes is a great start. You can use the verse I list here every day or two as a launch pad for your own adoration. (Showing Up gives you some practicals.)
Then practice praise.
I promise your weary soul won’t regret it.
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