Wednesday, August 15, 2012
One of the pitfalls of having an introverted personality is that I've developed a keen eye to my surroundings. And sometimes the world around me isn't such a magical place. Sometimes it's down right ugly, filled with hurting people. I should know, for a long time I was one of them.
One of the greatest joys of being saved by grace is that I no longer wallow in my pain and suffering. Instead I want to counter the ugly with beauty and light until it is so bright that it shines right through me, onward and upward, radiating God's love for me out of every single fiber of my being.
I live for the small moments.
I want to pick wildflowers from my backyard and soak up the summer sunshine. I want to wake up every single morning to two sweet little boys climbing into bed with me and rousing with good morning snuggles. I want to sit down with a favorite book and a hot mug full of coffee. I want to sit on the back porch with my husband and count the stars in the sky; never making a wish because what we have is already a dream come true.
I want to find whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable, anything that is excellent or praiseworthy and I want to completely immerse myself in those things.
Life is tricky. And it's hard to navigate through all of its twists and turns. And on my journey through it I want to grab ahold of every last morsel of its sweetness and try my best to remember that the Light of the World is a steady and constant thing. It's not set on dimmer switch. He blazes. Always.