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Let the Sonshine In

I’m reminded tonight of a short song my family and I love to sing during morning worship. The song is called Let the Little Sunshine In. Here are the words of the song:

In the morning I see His face, in the evening His form I trace.

In the darkness His voice I know, I see Jesus everywhere I go.

Let the little sunshine in, let the little sunshine in.

Open wide the windows, open wide the door; let the little sunshine in.

In a previous post I wrote: Home is where the heart is, especially when the heart is in God’s hands. I’ve recently been reminded that God delights in being the #1 Resident of our hearts. He loves being at home there…just as much, if not more, than we love being at home in the palm of His hands. If this is the case, and if the heart is indeed a place where God lives, how do we let Him in? How do we invite His light into our hearts? How do we let His loving grace and tender mercies illumine the darkened corners of our hearts’ empty spaces?

I’ve been told waking up to sunlight is the best way to truly awaken the human body. I’ve also read it is the best way to re-orient one’s Circadian rhythm while jet-lagged after a long journey across varying time zones. I have personally found this to be true and effective. The light that enters the retina sends a message to our brain telling it it is daytime. However, is it enough to only see the light? Will simply beholding the light suffice? Will our Savior be able to say He’s home if He is standing outside the window, wiping circles on our dusty window pane to see if we are willing and ready to welcome Him home? Shall we keep Him waiting eagerly and patiently as He peeks through the peep hole? How far can beholding take us without the blessed assurance of acceptance? Does seeing the light also mean having the light?

Let us open the windows and doors to our hearts and give the Sonshine of our lives a warm welcome into our hearts - into His home.

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“Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.” - Revelation 3:20 (NKJV)

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