Jesus & The Lighthouse.

The lighthouse. Always on. Always bright. Never dims. Never perishes.

No matter how dark the night gets.

It’s always there, glowing boldly and strongly. 

I often think the walk of faith looks quite similar to walking near an ocean. There is something so inspiring and breathtaking about the vastness of the ocean, God’s creation. The comforting and sensible feel of the sand, cushioning calloused feet. The wear on my feet is evidence of continuous walking. On many different surfaces at many elevations, and all kinds of conditions. And the skin is layering itself in durability and strength, layer after layer to shield for the next journey God has planned for me. 

The waves gently brush against the soles of my feet, cautiously trimming the outline of my toes. Bringing healing. Bringing nourishment to the dryness of rough edges. Ever so gracefully, the waves are rolling onto the comforting sand. So rhythmic and peaceful. The water just glides and washes my feet clean. One wave after another. It washes away the dirt stuck to my feet from the enduring travel.’

  I back up from the water, I feel renewed. My feet are washed clean. My calluses are rinsed for the next journey.

I look to my right, the light is still feverishly beaming. 

A beaming light. A constant. A forever constant. 

I stand upon the shore, swallowing the vastness of the ocean with my naive eyes. As I trace along the deep blue ocean… a light shimmers. It directs my eyes to gaze upon the lighthouse. So apparent. So radiating. So mystifying. 

It’s always there, no matter how high up the valley side, or deeper across the bay I go. I look back and there’s the light.

Dark skies begin to thunder in. Clouds swivel into a storm. I shield myself, the rain pelts forcefully. Harder and harder with each drop. Every thick raindrop starts to soak me. It damps my hair onto my forehead. It cleanses me from head to toe.

I look forward. 

The waves. 

The waves are bigger and louder, slamming onto the shore.  

My heart starts pounding, my mind starts racing. How could something be so peaceful, and be so fearful at the same time? 

I wipe the lonesome rain drops gripping my eyelashes, to see the blurry reflection of the ocean. I look to my right again, the light still there. Just as bright as before the raging storm.

Matthew 9:27 He replied, “You of little faith, why are you so afraid?” Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm.

Lord, you are so mighty. So holy. We fear you. You have made it all. The ocean, the waves, the rain, the dark skies, the sunshine. 

Skies break open. Storm quiets down. I look to my right, the light is still there.

 A glowing light. A constant. A forever constant. 

He can calm any storm. He can withstand any storm. He can make the waves obey. Our Lord is shining in our life like a lighthouse. Never ever turns off. Always beaming. 

Maybe you are so far out in the sea of your most desperate hours, searching for rescue. Maybe you are caught in the deep tide, unable to reach up for a fresh breath of air. 

Whatever the situation, you can catch a glimmer of light in the distance. He is there. Maybe you are standing so close to the Lord, surrounded by the safe parameters of land, but you don’t see the light right above, and it always has been right above you. The light is always there. Near you, Beside you, & Within you, thanks to the Lord. You may need to look up and change your course to see Him wherever you are. The Lord is our light.

Our redeeming light. A constant. Forever constant.

Our Lord is shining in our life like a lighthouse. 
It never dimmers. 
It never goes out.
It is always beaming.

John 8:12 Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”

Let the light shine from within you.

With all my heart,


John 12:46 “I have come into this world as a light so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness.”