Saturday, September 20, 2008
Beacon of Peace - Exposed
I don't remember where I found this photo. It has been sitting in a file on my computer for some time. I loved it first because my husband loves lighthouses. He collects them. I always thought they were kind of pretty but have never been as passionate about them as he. But tonight this lighthouse speaks to me of peace. And not exactly what usually comes to my mind when I think of the word peace.
I look at this picture, at the skies in the background. I see the remnants of a storm. I think of what I may have lost the night before in the midst of that squall. I am still far from home and there is a journey that lies ahead. And I realize, peace does not always mean we have arrived, we have everything we need. But in the midst of something lost, at the height of longing, there is the knowledge that we have been saved from what could have been. There, we can stay hidden, tucked away, sheltered just a little longer. And that light, will serve to guide us when skies darken once again. For the light reaches far beyond where we can see.