A number of people are familiar with the 'scribble pad' analogy of my life. For a long time, I have thought myself to be some sort of scribble pad where God writes His first drafts and makes all the adjustments to particular stories He tries to tell before sending them out for mass print. There [...]
No one is undeserving, no, not one . . .
One night the Lord reminded me that my responses in situations like these are a reflection of my knowledge of the truth . . .
The moment we stop chasing after the essence of why He came and become more interested in the side-servings of His coming, then we have so sadly missed the mark.
It tells me that I can be the light in the darkness of the world around me; and imagine if we all decided to be a light?
Most of these little things that have somehow filled the big spaces of my heart have come to me through the kindness of others around me.
We condemn that person whose life's mistakes have made it to the open as we sit tightly upon the baggages of our own blunders lest they burst free from the weight of their excesses-ness.
