Reach for the stars, even if you have to stand on a cactus. -Susan Longacre.
In my lifetime, there has always been a silver lining at the end of every cloud which has ventured to glide through my way. It wasn't that I was always searching for God, but He was searching for me. Somehow, in my twenty four years of existence, I have been moved countless number of times, by a mighty invisible hand. I have not been able to comprehend with a human compass what the direction of the wind is, but the thing is that I have been moving in the direction of its unfamiliar torrents, like a flimsy piece of paper that gets carried away in a forceful September wind.
The Silver Linings:
If you stretch your almost 20/20 vision, you will see it. You will see that a cloud is not really black, but only just an imagination of blackness, dullness, and a lack of excitement. But if you dare to study the mysterious contours of the formation of a cloud, you may find it to be rather exciting. I can describe it as 'the multiple convolutions of tiny molecules of water which are creating sweet harmonious rhythm from the chemical process of evaporation.' In my own mind, I have just formed a rhythmic melody for clouds which were deemed uninteresting in a previous era. In the same fashion, I do what I do (glorifying God with my pen) because I have dared to see my life as a convolution of miracles, rather than a boring cycle of 'almost-achievements.'
So instead, these days when I go outside in the morning, I do not see dead trees, dead forests, or dead people, but rather I see that these living elements remain the way they are ("alive") because they have a Master Craftsman who silently preserves them in their own beauty. So I praise God!
And instead, when it takes a darn long time for me to assume a position higher than where I am today, I see that a million days in my eyes are just like one day in the eyes of my Father. So I wait on God, and I praise Him again!
Still instead, when I fail...especially with two points from the cut-off mark (which I have so skillfully done in my past), I cry...but only for a while. Because after a while, I begin to understand that God has the master plan of my life. I begin to remember that I once prayed that God should 'order my steps according to His word.' And so I rise up again, because now I know that all that happens to me only makes me a person with a STRONGER character. I rise up again because I can either choose to pretend like I don't have the strength, or I can utilize the strength that has already been given to me by my Father...and so I choose the latter.
Instead, when I am burning up and feeling the heat from life, I get exhausted. But only for a little while. For I realize now that to be a light in the midst of darkness, one has to be lit up with fire, but after a while the power of the light overcomes the burning sensation of the heat, and all is well again. Or else what would be the testimony of the light without a test of its strength?
So today, I want you to understand the reasons why you do what you do. I want you to understand that your entire life exists for a deeper reason, and that it is one big testimony, a story that must be told to Nations someday. If you are strong enough to get back up again, it only tells me that you are also a light. And a light that is meant for a city will never be hidden.
"You are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do they light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a lampstand, and it gives light to all who are in the house." Matthew 5:14-15
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