A Candle In The Window

Tree of Lights     © 2019     Lee Anne Morgan

December’s First Snowstorm

It was a restless night. Walls of snow blanketed our landscape with over two feet of white fluff during the day. The unremitting snow continued through the midnight hours while I tossed and turned until 3 a.m. Words, fragments of phrases, and new ideas slipped too, too quickly from my mind’s grasp. I knew the Holy Spirit was saying, Get up! Now. You need to write.

I rolled out of bed and turned up the heat. After brewing a small pot of Assam tea, I walked to my four windows lighting a Christmas candle in each. When the final candle’s wick caught the flame, I looked outside and was surprised by joy as my eyes were danced upon by a winter wonderland. It was silent except for the sound of snow. The white extravaganza presented purity crystallized in time. Wondrous to behold. Holy. God was here.

Dance of Light     © 2018     Lee Anne Morgan

I realized my unsettledness was that I waited too long to say goodbye to you, my Readers. After almost ten years of writing this blog under the Photo Journals and Reflections monikers, my soul’s disquietude was a clarion call for me to move out of my comfortable creative world and do something different.

The completion and publication of Time To Mourn & A Time To Dance this past June was exhilarating but exhausting too. An eagerness to be authentic in both the written word and images that please the Holy Spirit while warming my heart too has, at times, been compromised in favor of presenting something I believed my audience wanted—or expected. Moreover, I confess that I’d been fearful of losing readership resulting from sharing insights and revelations that do not align with a secular world view. This fear, which is always darkness rather than light, placed me in a creative wilderness with a floundering soul-life.

Full Moon Rising     © 2019     Lee Anne Morgan

Ask and you shall receive, the Holy Spirit prompted. I didn’t know what to ask for so I simply stated aloud, Jesus, help me! What do You want me to do? His swift reply was clear and true: Write for Me. Tell people about The Way, The Truth, and The Life. That was it. And His IT was enough.

The Writer’s Heart was born. The new logo-banner bearing the same name is at the top of the page. How will the blog change? I’m not entirely certain. I’m inspired to write short stories, essays, and with God’s will, a cozy village mystery in installments à la Dickens. And, most assuredly I will write about God—Jesus. While I have not abandoned photography, my soul searches for music not only in my words but, also, to have the eyes-to-see and the ears-to-hear when the image sings its own singular song. Only then will I include it.

On this dark, snowy morning with dawn not yet slipping over the treetops, the humble candles in my windows modestly declare the coming of The Light of the world through the birth of Jesus Christ: His peace, love, compassion, forgiveness, mercy, and grace can press back the darkness in our world and in our hearts—our very souls. I know this to be true. I’ve experienced it many times. Jesus is my Lord, Companion, go-to Person for all my needs. And, He is my closest Friend.

I  have come into the world as Light, so that whoever believes in Me may not remain in darkness. If anyone hears My words and does not keep them, I do not judge him; for I did not come to judge the world but to save the world. ~John 12: 46-47                                                                                                                                               

A Postscript

If you have read my book, you learned about Isaiah. He is a precocious, broad-breasted cardinal. My very first photograph of him is below. This image emerged after a snowstorm similar to our experience on December 2nd. You’ll have to read the book though ;), to learn more about him. He really is quite remarkable.

Isaiah Returns      © 2017     Lee Anne Morgan

There is not enough love and gratitude I can send to each of you for your cherished commitment to this blog, and your caring, inspiring comments these ten years.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

May you have peace in your hearts knowing His joy and contentment within.

From my heart to yours along with my prayers. And, please pray for me.


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