The moonlight has called me out of sleep. I lay still wondering why I am awake. I remember what night this is. The night of betrayal. I was sleeping, when I should be up praying. I think of a photo I took last week, emerging leaves of a Honey locust. The image glued to the front of my mind. I saw the leaves first, that day.
Baby leaves feathers protruding from a stem.
After I look through the lens to capture the foliage, I see them. The thorns. Large pointy, painful – from the SAME stem. I think of this great contrast. Pain and Life together. Oh, how thankful I am for the pain that brings JOY. Jesus, my Savior – my feather of new life.