“The Lord is wonderfully good to those who wait for him and seek him. So it is good to wait quietly for salvation from the Lord.”
— Lamentations 3
Whenever there is a changing of the seasons, I face a form of melancholia. The hustle and bustle of summer begins to give way to the cooling of the air, the falling of the leaves, the frosting of the dew, and a descending of life into darkness.
Am I afraid of the dark? No, I have often found darkness to be amongst my closest friends. Even though people often equate darkness with evil — evil men and evil deeds — I find it a place of solitude. It is not a lonely place, but a solitary place where I can be truly me, and God can be truly God, and the light that comes into that space is not the artificial light of the world, but the True Light that illuminates all that is.
I am never alone in the dark. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow… Thou art with me. There is comfort in knowing we are never truly alone. None of us is ever truly alone. Even the lone wolf hears the howls of the far away pack, and yearns to join them. Even if that wolf has been cast away for reasons that only the other wolves can know, he or she stays close enough to hear their call...