Something Hopeful Photograph: Light

Light. Illuminating paths. Light seems to have a spiritual effect on me. Whether I’m viewing a theatrical performance, or noting the sun-tinted clouds, or watching beams filter through a blanket of leaves, it touches me. I feel. I believe light communicates hope. Surely this is why we call Jesus Christ the Light of the world. In all His glory and kindness, He emanates a light that reaches every corner, pulses through every living being, and weaves through the fabric of time. I believe that His light is tangible. When we exercise creativity and feel that spark of imagination or when we look deep into someone’s eyes and cherish a living soul or when we lose ourselves in an incredible story or when we see the beauty of potential…we feel it. It’s in those surreal, calm, terrifying, brilliant, heart-stopping, peaceful moments. Those moments where beauty, truth, and heartache collide. On the same day I created this, I sat with my wife of a couple weeks over a makeshift cardboard-box table in our new apartment, carefully furnished with a mess of boxes, books, and blankets, and we ate hot dogs. It was so joyful. There was so much light. We laughed and smiled and dreamed. We dreamed of remembering that moment. We dreamed of our little family. We dreamed of…a real table. We dreamed of all the hope our future held. We dreamed of laughter, of love, of light. And we’ll keep dreaming. Light will guide our way, even through darkness, heartache, and fear. Light will save us.