“And Mary said, “My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has looked on the humble estate of his servant. For behold, from now on all generations will call me blessed; for he who is mighty has done great things for me, and holy is his name.” ~ Luke 1:46-49
There’s a moment, a kind of shifting against a fulcrum. We hear ourselves laughing again. The landscape around us brightens before the sun appears on the horizon. We know we’re going to make it.
We still don’t know what the next steps are or how our life will be changed. The mess has yet to be resolved. The loss is still sharp and painful. Yet we feel a lightness in our step, a smile in our voice.
The dark confusing night has passed and joy is coming. It’s not here yet, but we can see it, like a loved one returning from a long journey. We have the itinerary, the time the flight will land. We know that soon, our arms will embrace the one for whom we’ve ached.
Hope is a wide-eyed child, hands on the window pane, excited. We smile and breathe our first full gratefulness. We know that we are changed. Something happened through the dark journey. Something has shifted within us.
The warm breeze of freedom fills our heart with confidence. We’ve found the resiliency of our spirit, the strength of a faith that’s endured a desert passage, that though unfed by our own efforts, has grown and become strong and eternal.
Where once we thought our hope depended on the strength of our obedience, we’ve discovered God, carrying us through the darkness, leading us into a new day.
~ “Into the Christmas Story, A 30 Day Reflective Journey”, By Kate McCord, author, storyteller and spiritual director.