“Arise, shine, for your light has come,
and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.
See, darkness covers the earth
and thick darkness is over the peoples,
but the Lord rises upon you
and his glory appears over you.
Nations will come to your light,
and kings to the brightness of your dawn.
Isaiah 60: 1-3
“God constantly encourages us to trust Him in the dark.”
A. W. Tozer
(a window in the remains of the once great Cathedral at the Rock of Cashel / County Kerry, Ireland / Julie Cook / 2015)
Piercing the darkness, cutting cleanly as a heated knife through butter, a great light shines…lifting the heavy shadowy cloak which has hung heavy across my shoulders all these many years.
(a window in the catacombs of Christ Church / Dublin, Ireland / 2015)
Stooping beneath the murky weight of obscurity my head lifts as narrowed eyes ache to overcome the brightness filtering into the blackened cell of my heart.
It is as if I’ve spent a lifetime clawing and digging my way to this point, breaking the heavy stones that have sealed me in this often self-imposed tomb of indifference and frustration…as the world has labored, continuing to layer stone upon stone.
(Sligo Abby, Sligo, County Sligo, Ireland / Julie Cook / 2015)
The realization and joy of being saved and finally resting in healing Light is exhilarating…
Yet the knowledge that darkness waits…
It will fight to hold on…
(St Kevin’s Monastery / Glendalough, County Wicklow, Ireland / Julie Cook / 2015
Riding the highs of Light filled days, basking in the swirling warmth, a nagging question of endurance darts in and out of consciousness like a moth seeking a flame.
Longed to be ignored yet annoying and distracting.
Shadows lengthen as a chill fills the air.
Exuberance has worn itself out as giddy filled days are a fading memory.
Can I hold on?
Will It hold on…to me…?
(Sligo Abbey / County Sligo, Ireland / Julie Cook / 2015)
(Timoleague Friary / County Cork, Ireland / Julie Cook / 2015)
The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp.
(St. Kevin’s Monastery / Glendalough, County Wicklow, Ireland / Julie Cook / 2015)
Wow. No other words. Very deep and very descriptive. I need to think on this.
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I love this. Thank you!
Tears, sorrow, gladness, victory, darkness, light. Oh wow, does this one go deep into your being and as I descended into the darkness as you wrote about it, I remember once being in a place so dark that the only light was a tiny light at the end of the deep dark tunnel that my life had become. It was the light of our Savior Jesus that was drawing me back unto Himself and out of the darkness. And though, as everyone done, I still have days when my black is barking as Churchill said, I cling to the Light and the Cross, and before long the light, “cutting cleanly as a heated knife through butter” as you so poetically said, washes over me to add another level of healing in that which torments me. Julie, this post is way beyond my ability to praise adequately. If I could I would send it to every publisher I could.
It is simply one of the most compelling and profound things I’ve ever read. Love you, sweet lady! I pray the Lover of your Soul keeps shining His light in the darkness to promote healing. Your light is strong, my friend, and He intends you to let is shine!!!! 🙂 ❤
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