Often in life we run into moments where the light is dimmed. We find ourselves lost in a state of darkness and confusion. Where we ultimately are seeking to understand where we are to go next.
Different forms of light come and go within our lives as we allow it to. We are the switch we choose to act upon what light enters and exits our lives.
Within this moment of time my life is as such. Its a moment of dimmness, knowing the light is there but recognizing its magnitude of brightness is the challenge that is to be faced.
You may wonder how could such a thing occur. Funny, I find myself pondering such a thought as well. It begins with one flicker of light, in this scenario two pieces of light are intertwined into one. Light being the love of another and light being the love of God.
The light of the love of God has always been in full existence within my life. Fading at moments but is a constant presence. The light of the love of another came into play on a warm fall afternoon. It can be told from two perspectives however, I shall keep it to one.
Picture the autumn's breeze, in your face, as you pass a group of people your gaze is attracted by another. A light is seen in the eyes of one, a light that hasnt been noticed before. Recognizing that this spark of light cant grow you allow the light to stay but let it dim. You wait till the time is right. Other flickers of light try to appear but your set on this light that has been dimmed. Before you realize it an outside force has caused the light to brighten ever so more. That light that originally attracted your gaze has returned, a light that you soguht and hoped to grow. Outside and personal forces over the course of time fade in and out. Causing a state of confusion and wonder to appear upon your face.
We jump to the light of the love of God, which begins to be intertwined into the light of the love of another. This love burns at a bright level, well most of the time. The beam of this light is determined by our fixation on allowing it to glow.
At moments I can find myself distracted by that which causes the beam to diminish. We must hold firm to that beam which is the light of the love of God. This light becomes our anchor for when the light of the love of another begins to fade.
It comes down to one simply thing. The light of the love of God is that which must burn ever so brightly. That beam must be firm and constant at all times. It cant be one that fades.
Different forms of light come and go within our lives as we allow it to. We are the switch we choose to act upon what light enters and exits our lives.
Within this moment of time my life is as such. Its a moment of dimmness, knowing the light is there but recognizing its magnitude of brightness is the challenge that is to be faced.
You may wonder how could such a thing occur. Funny, I find myself pondering such a thought as well. It begins with one flicker of light, in this scenario two pieces of light are intertwined into one. Light being the love of another and light being the love of God.
The light of the love of God has always been in full existence within my life. Fading at moments but is a constant presence. The light of the love of another came into play on a warm fall afternoon. It can be told from two perspectives however, I shall keep it to one.
Picture the autumn's breeze, in your face, as you pass a group of people your gaze is attracted by another. A light is seen in the eyes of one, a light that hasnt been noticed before. Recognizing that this spark of light cant grow you allow the light to stay but let it dim. You wait till the time is right. Other flickers of light try to appear but your set on this light that has been dimmed. Before you realize it an outside force has caused the light to brighten ever so more. That light that originally attracted your gaze has returned, a light that you soguht and hoped to grow. Outside and personal forces over the course of time fade in and out. Causing a state of confusion and wonder to appear upon your face.
We jump to the light of the love of God, which begins to be intertwined into the light of the love of another. This love burns at a bright level, well most of the time. The beam of this light is determined by our fixation on allowing it to glow.
At moments I can find myself distracted by that which causes the beam to diminish. We must hold firm to that beam which is the light of the love of God. This light becomes our anchor for when the light of the love of another begins to fade.
It comes down to one simply thing. The light of the love of God is that which must burn ever so brightly. That beam must be firm and constant at all times. It cant be one that fades.








































