Every evening, I make it a point to be in my icon studio to catch the light show provided by the setting sun and a prism that hangs in my window. It lifts my spirits immeasurably to see the pure light broken, yet beautiful. I think of Psalm 50, "a crushed and humbled heart You will not spurn", and visualize my heart, broken, yet hopefully like the light that is broken, becoming a breathtaking spectrum of light. I pray that my heart will become something beautiful for God, even in its brokenness.
A view of part of my icon wall with the evening light show
A view of the wall to the right of the icon wall
The spectrum up close
The method by which the light is being broken and transformed (with wind chimes hanging outside, directly behind).