Honey Drop #50 — The Lamp You Stir Awake

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Psalm 18:28 — “You light my lamp; the Lord my God illumines my darkness.”

The scene

A lone traveler sits at the edge of dusk. The day’s heat is fading, and shadows stretch long across the red earth. A small clay lamp rests beside him — wick trimmed, oil ready, but unlit. He waits, not for the flame he can strike, but for the One who kindles from within.

The ache – the ahh

There is the ache of not seeing the next step, the quiet fear that the night might swallow the path. But there is also the steady truth: the darkness is not sovereign, and the lamp is not abandoned. The One who formed light from nothing still leans close.

Lexical Note יַגִּיהַּ
(yaggiha) suggests causing to gleam — God draws out radiance rather than replacing it. And נֵרִי
(neri, “my lamp”) is intimate: not a temple lamp, but the small personal flame of a traveler. God attends to the little light you carry.

The drop – you shine it

When your strength flickers, God does not hand you a match — God becomes the spark. Your lamp shines because You make it shine.

Flash of Lightning: A lamp in Your hands becomes a sunrise in mine.