Our ESL class meets in a church that houses stained glass windows from an old, historic downtown church.
Someone had the good sense to rescue them.
I can’t look at stained glass (or tapestries, for that matter) without thinking of the important role the dark colors play, and not just in showing off the light colors. They have a deep beauty all their own.
My life has its own dark threads, dark segments. There have been 3 or 4 things that, if it was up to me, I would have chosen not to experience, things that made me wonder, Where is God in this? If I had it in my power, I’d go back and have a do-over without them in my story. And yet . . .
I wouldn’t trade for anything the lessons I have learned from each.
It’s difficult to explain, but I have an appreciation for the dark seasons. Only someone who has had this experience (and survived) can understand how that is.
You didn’t want it.
You certainly don’t want ever to repeat it,
and yet……you gained something there.
And the FAITH was almost lost is multiplied.
I feel no need to tie things up in a neat bow. None.
In fact, there’s nothing neat about it.
It’s all pretty messy,
like coal which,
under great pressure over time,
turns into a diamond.
This is FAITH: That whatever circumstances we are in, good or bad, God is with us. Right there. The truth of this is discovered only by walking it.
It helps to let others walk it with us.