Allana was just a shadowy figure in front of me. The only noises she made were the rustle of leaves and the snapping of twigs as we ran down the trail. It was almost dark, but we were searching. Peering through the dusk, we hurried down the trail towards a clearing.
The moon glowed deep orange-yellow, hazy in the autumn dusk. Though it first appeared to be stuck in the last trembling leaves above us, it slowly tugged free of the branches and climbed higher into the gathering gloom.
We stood, transfixed for a few moments, mesmerized by its surreal light. Slowly, we turned and walked back down the trail in the dark.
Its dark now. The sun seems very far away. But we are not left completely without light. There is something left to guide us. Something reflecting, mirroring the sun that seems invisible now. Yet there is a reflection. With no light of its own, the moon radiates the light that is given to it from the sun.
And I can't help but wonder: How are we doing reflecting the light of the Son?
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