life is filled with dirt and sunshine. humility and glory. pain and joy. brokenness and healing.
i think i’ve been aware of this reality for quite some time now. perhaps the first time i really understood what pain was was when i was seven. i don’t remember anything save my mother crying and the police. my dad never came home.
from then on it’s been a struggle to walk the right path, be the right kind of person and find the meaning of whatever everything is. as people are beat over the back with all this fallen world has to offer, it becomes easy to develop a natural slump.
today i read that
115,000 abortions will occur around the world. nearly simultaneously, a holocaust of epidemic proportions. beautiful human bodies and hearts…lost. being the person i am, i often get caught up in the horrific statistics that tell us simply — life is horrible.
out of curiosity, i searched another statistic: today 490,000 precious, perfect babies will arrive on earth. this will happen tomorrow and the next day and the next. and though the lives of these individuals who have come into existence do not make up for those lost, it is something worth celebrating. every single one of these babies will be born with a little soul…a beating heart…potential for light inside, carrying unlimited potential to make this world a brighter place. like the old christian lyrics say, “this little light of mine, i’m gonna let it shine.”
for some of these new infants, the burdens of circumstances and certain people may cause their lights to dim over the years. some will burn out altogether. but sometimes it takes days or months or years of walking through the dark to realize we’re tired of being lost, that with God, we’re capable of so much more. that these lights inside of us aren’t meant to make us happy alone, but to comfort us when we are sad, to bring us hope, to give us the ability to endure, to show us what everything means.
i’ve visited the dark and the light, and every hue of grey in between. something tells me the process of hills and valleys won’t end here now, with this or that…but it’s ongoing. the beauty of Christ is the forgiveness, redemption, restoration and healing that gives men and women the hope of rediscovering that beautiful, peace-filled part of them that was once there. if the light has ever dwelled in you…if the fire has ever been even a spark…all we need is the breath of God to blow against the embers. every single person — me, you, your parents, your kids, the people you work with and go to school with…i don’t care who you are, the love of God is a moment away.
i’m still in the process of working my way out of the dark right now, trying to re-ignite that hope within. i want to be a blessing to others. i want to lead by example and influence others to stay positive. i want to appreciate the little gifts in big challenges. i want an intimate relationship with inspiration - finding it, feeling it, sharing it each day. i want to pursue the passions God has given me, conquer my fears, and get to know real joy in an ever deeper way than before.
what no one can and should do is exhaust themselves by trying to hold up the sun. the sun will set and the sun will rise, and our God will still be here — unchanging.
“breathe on me, breath of God. fill me with life anew…”