One Small Candle

For me there is something so sacred about the space we create to express ourselves.   Each person has something that they employ for the expression, and when they are doing this one thing, they are fully themselves.

Writing is as personal an expression as any, and when a writer invites you into their space, such as through a book, forum, or blog, if you are patient, you will see a piece of their soul emerge.  I consider this a sacred space, but I do not fear the invitation of others into it; although, at times, I think some have withdrawn based on the content.  

This content today spills from my very heart onto this page.  

Humility is so lacking in the world around us, and this lack of humility is what will be the demise of men.  Man desires to be right above all else.  He will tout his opinion, he will declare his thoughts, and if he says it loudly enough, by golly, he will curry favor among his peers and be lauded above those who do not share his opinion.  He wants to be on top. He wants everyone to know that he is right.  Thus, social media takes the world into its hands and wraps it in a cloak of darkness.

The world has become loud and so to win it, we almost have to be quiet. Almost.

Like when a speaker will whisper and "FOMO" kicks in and the rustles quiet so that what is being said can be heard.

I know that the hope the world needs is Jesus.  It is less self and more, much more, of Jesus.

I hold my little candle within the cloak of darkness.  I feel squished.  I feel squashed.  I feel that I want to be as loud as everyone else who does not follow their own advice they so freely give.  I bite my tongue so many times, I am certain I taste my own blood, for want of sharing my opinions.  

The cacophony of self will continue and only get worse in the days and years to come, we cannot and should not expect it to be otherwise.  It is with prayerful purpose that I hold my tongue and choose to raise the banner of Jesus.   

I hold my little candle in a darkening world and pray the love I feel for you radiates. May it pour past opinions, feelings, darkness, and self.  I pray that in me, you will see a glimpse of the Savior who loves you even more than me.  

I am a daughter of the King and I walk this earth with the certain hope of the finished story.