Farmer of Light
The heavy curtains were losing the battle against the morning sunlight by the time Esmé woke up.
Her hand stretched out to the other side of the bed only to touch an empty space. Then she remembered this empty space is part of her life now. It was almost two months since Paul had passed away but the emptiness remained a grim reality she hasn’t got used to yet.
“Oh, when will I ever get used to this?” she said. “Oops, I’m talking to myself again… wait! Lord, Jesus, You are here, I’m not talking to myself am I? Morning, Jesus!”
“Good mornIng, My child. It’s good to hear you talking.”
She smelled the aroma of coffee filtering into her room, indicating that her daughter was awake too. She got dressed and freed the curtains from their battle. Light burst into the room, exploding and ricocheting over the walls, mirror and furniture.
“Lord, thank You for this light!”
“It is My gift to you, My child. You know that I am also Light, the Light of this world and My light is your life.” (John 1:4, 8:12)
“Oh, yes, I do, Lord!” Esmé replied with her hands in the air.
“Something else, Esmé, you may call Me the Farmer of Light. Apart from the fact that righteous people have My light, I am sowing light on them too. (Psalm 97:11)
Never, ever would a righteous person be without light, even in the gloomiest of circumstances or in the darkest of nights.”
“I know, Lord, because since Paul died my world did not turn dark.”
“My child, you have the Holy Spirit and Me, and you are spreading My light into this world. Glow and shine wherever you go.”
Esmé took a sip of coffee and a smile crept onto her face. “I love You, Lord. It is a painful experience to be without Paul, but I am still happy because You are here!”
“In fact, My child, that happens because the Farmer of light takes with every handful of light, a handful of gladness in His other hand to sow over His children (Psalm 97:11). If you lack joy, just come a bit closer.”
“Light and joy are sown on you every day. It is for you to take and rejoice!”