Abide with Me
I had a friend tell me once that while all eyes are on the bride, she loves to watch the groom just to see his face the first time he sees her. Sometimes I do this with the sunset. While the sky lights up orange and pink and the sun sinks over the horizon, I’m watching the gathering dusk in the east. On the best nights, the clouds reflect back the colors of the sunset in shades of darkness. And I feel my spirit there in the eastern sky, wondering how long I will be held here before dawn breaks again. Wondering if the sun will rise. It’s a curious thing when out of the depths you are crying for the God of the Universe to be as real as you think He is while you cross your arms and refuse to let Him close enough to prove it... when your fear and your want are dueling it out, and your heart is caught in the crossfire. It isn’t as if you’ve never been here before. You know how expectation always ends: wretched disappointment and shattered hope. You have decades of experience in