Each morning during the season of
Pentecost, I am reminded of God’s creative power. Of the Holy Spirit that
“moved over the face of the waters to bring light and life to God’s creation.”
I begin by asking God to “pour out His Spirit on this day that I might walk as
a child of light.” I am reminded to watch as the “Spirit of God fills the whole
world.” (Morning Prayer, Monday - Pentecost)
What power, what grace, what joy is
mine. I do not walk alone in the darkness.
I need not shuffle, barely moving my feet. In one sweeping Word my Lord and
Savior “forgives all my sins and heals all my infirmities.” Does that mean all
pain is swept away? No, but by focusing on His light and my lightness in each
new day, I can set my pain aside. I can concentrate on His goodness. (Psalm 103)
This morning, and every morning,
the shades are drawn back so I can see the power of God in my life where I find
forgiveness for my anger, healing for my anxiety, a way out from my depression.
I can raise my head. I need not watch my feet. I can stand tall holding not
just my walker, but grasping God’s steadfast love and mercy.
I am reminded God’s Pentecostal
power opens His this day and every day love and mercy. I can be a mirror, a
reflection of His forgiving nature. I can choose to hold on to the creative
power of decency, kindness, honesty, and integrity. When I walk as a child of
the light, that should be what
Smile; don’t frown. Laugh; don’t
cry. Sing; don’t whine. Be a window for His goodness. Be door to his
righteousness. The path is well-lighted. I am His and He is mine. He renews my
strength for each baby step I take this day.
