Held in the Light

The Story

This was one of my favorite mornings painting with my dad.

We left home at 5:00 am, long before sunrise, so we could be in place before the first light touched the mountain.  I remember feeling impatient as we waited in the cool morning air.  I kept asking, "Now?"

My dad would simply smile and say, "You'll know."

So we waited.

Then it happened.

The very first rays of sunlight spilled over the horizon and gently kissed the face of the mountain. In an instant, everything changed. The colors came alive, the shadows softened, and the landscape seemed to glow from within.

It was breathtaking.

That morning taught me something far greater than how to paint light.  It taught me that some of God's most beautiful moments can't be rushed. They arrive exactly when they're meant to.

Reflection

Waiting isn't always easy.

We often want God to move on our timetable, to reveal the next step before we're ready, or to hurry the season we're in.  But He invites us to trust His timing instead.

Sometimes the greatest beauty comes not because we hurried ahead, but because we were willing to stay, watch, and wait.

When His light finally arrives, we understand why it was worth every moment.

Scripture

"Those who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength...they shall mount up with wings like eagles."

-Isaiah 40:31