As I sit here this morning, the light of the sunrise is streaming through the windows and onto my face. (I'm trying not to notice the fingerprints, dog slobber, dust, bird droppings, and spider webs that are revealed by the glorious rays of the sun.)
I love the light of the sun and feeling the warmth of it on my body. When the sun shines on my face, I think of Psalm 44:3 "for not by their own sword did they win the land, nor did their own arm save them, but your right hand and your arm, and the light of your face, for you delighted in them." The light of his face. The light of his face along with the his righteous, victorius right hand, saving me, fighting for me, winning the battle for me. I imagine it - the light of his face on mine.
Oh, amazing thought that he delights in me! The warmth of the sun on my face reminds me of that. I thank him for it, relish it, linger in it, soak it in.
On bright spring and summer days, as the rays of sun kiss your face, bask in the light of his face. He is delighting in you.
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