Burning Lighthouse (Part 2)

The lighthouse was on fire. We were running, heat beating against our faces like the ocean beating against the shore. Hot, cold, it was a clear night. Hope had been running from us for years and now it had come. Finally we were here, we were hot and cold and watching our dreams catch on fire. But there was something more, something we were missing still, so we ran, we climbed the rocks to the top of the hill, we ran to the burning lighthouse.

When all else is dark, but for one burning flame in the night, it gives one a surreal feeling as if the lighthouse would always burn on, that it wouldn't really ever burn to the ground and let the ocean eat up the last of it. The waves were the only refuge I had that night. Because when the lighthouse burned, I knew it was you who wasn't ready yet. Like the chaff being blown off the heads of wheat, the fire burned away the fear in our hearts and helped us become who we needed to be to live together.

Hope arises when we trust Him.