I came across this poem in my reading through Streams in the desert, and I think it gives a good summary of what I'm attempting to flesh out in this devotional today:
A little bird I am,
Shut from the fields of air,
And in my cage I sit and sing
To Him who placed me there;
Well pleased a prisoner to be,
Because, my God, it pleaseth Thee.
My cage confines me round,
Abroad I cannot fly,
But though my wing is closely bound,
My soul is at liberty;
For prison walls cannot control
The flight, the freedom of the soul.
Prison walls cannot control the flight, the freedom of the soul. Do you believe this? Will you rest in this truth today? Will I? May we see the Light shining into our prison-cells today and believe that the LORD, Who seems to be aloof, is doing exactly what He does best - pointing us to Him, even in the midst of a prison-cell.
I have learnt to love the darkness of sorrow; there you see the brightness of His face.