When the lighthouse strikes its light, it does not measure the storm. It does not judge the storm. It does not say to itself, “I must understand where this is all going” before it shines the light. All it knows it that it was built to endure darkness, mighty wind and the waves that will crash endlessly over its structure. It’s not afraid, either. It doesn’t know when the storm will end, how powerful it will become, or the reasoning behind its creation. All the lighthouse knows is that it’s safe, and that it must shine a light in the darkness to help others find the safety of the harbor. It never questions how it became light, either, but it knows who it is, and what it’s for.[1]

I wish you a wonderful Christmas!

Much love,

Ingrid

 

[1] Message from Kryon/Lee Carroll, “Becoming Masters”, St. Augustine, Florida, 11. März 2006.