The God Who Heals & Delivers in a Thousand Different Ways Part I
Learn to savor and celebrate, a shaft of light in the night.
My spirit arises in remembrance of the strange light which clearly gave room to the nothingness all around. It was 5:30 AM and I had been asleep, resting high among the forest in an old relic of a cabin, far removed from the foot traffic of the campers down below. I was there, as the camp nurse and so much more, a daughter of the King sent on a mission.
It was no small occurrence - You came by way of Your messenger, through a most unusual light. How it got there is heaven’s secret; where it took me, I am unsure. But be sure, the presence of His light in the darkness was there, and it changed me.
Some weeks prior as I had arrived at the camp in North Carolina, I had heard a whisper that an angel would come. For many days, I secretly watched. It seemed almost an embarrassment that I was so caught unaware by that single shift of light that entered my room. In fact, I had dismissed it as being the light of morning (yet it was too early for dawn). I simply turned over and returned to sleep.
As the realization of the event came to me, my emotions spun wildly at my severe lack of sensitivity toward my King’s messenger. With the light long gone, I sat in dawn’s breaking, feeling a dismal loss without any idea of what the messenger’s message might have brought. With shattered disappointment, I trudged out into the cool morning and up into the mountain, as was my daily habit to meet with the King.
I wondered if He would ask me about the visit by the angel and question me as to my obvious lack of attentiveness. Worshiping among the trees that morning, the light seemed to dance with streams of life along the meadows. All at once, my eyes fell upon this verse.
Psalms 2:12 “Kiss his son, or he will be angry, and your way will lead to your destruction, for his wrath can flare up in a moment. Blessed are all who take refuge in him.”
The word, ‘kiss’ in Hebrew, [Strong’s #5401 – nashaq] means to arrange, equip with weapons, put in order, and fasten.
There in the somber stillness of the meadow midst, I knelt down, with head and heart bowed to kiss the Son, my Redeemer and Covenant Defender. There the gift of heart, hope, and fresh wind equipped me with deeper trust and reverence because of His arrival of light, now immovable, and sealed forever by His single shaft of love in the night.