The sun shall be no more your light by day, nor for brightness shall the moon give you light; but the LORD will be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory.
Fifteen years ago, I finished writing a fantasy novel that, for various reasons, I decided not to publish, but reading Isaiah 60:19 today brought a scene back to mind where an orphaned girl flies with the king to the land beyond the sun and gazes down at the world she’s leaving behind. The scene reads: A chilling draft swept over her as she gazed down upon what looked to be a black moon or some ashen planet, with an eerie gray mist emanating from the sphere. “What is that terrible place?”, she asked with a shiver. “The sun,” he responded with a chuckle. She turned to him in disbelief. How bleak it seemed to her now—and cold. She nestled deeper in the warmth of his arms to escape the draft.
Friend, even though that’s just my fictionalizing of the glorious fact, I hope it inspires you to nestle up in the warmth of your Redeemer’s favor right now. Then, after you bask in His light, rise up and reflect that light to others.