From the poem "People like us" by Robert Bly.
There are cracks in my life that I often wish were not there.
I will try to camouflage the area's I think are not fitting to show.
I will try to make them different than they are.
When all along the light seeks out those cracks and crevices, desiring to illuminate whatever it happens to find there, without criticism or dismay. The light simply shines so I don't stumble in the dark. God's light fills the cracks that I used to hide and makes me whole again.
John 1:1-3
1In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2He was with God in the beginning.
3Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. 4In him was life, and that life was the light of men. 5The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood[a] it.
"There are more like us. All over the world
There are confused people, who can't remember
The name of their dog when they wake up, and people
Who love God but can't remember where
He was when they went to sleep. It's
All right. The world cleanses itself this way."
There are cracks in my life that I often wish were not there.
I will try to camouflage the area's I think are not fitting to show.
I will try to make them different than they are.
When all along the light seeks out those cracks and crevices, desiring to illuminate whatever it happens to find there, without criticism or dismay. The light simply shines so I don't stumble in the dark. God's light fills the cracks that I used to hide and makes me whole again.
John 1:1-3
1In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2He was with God in the beginning.
3Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. 4In him was life, and that life was the light of men. 5The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood[a] it.
Comments
Like you, I have cracks--don't we all.
And like you, I sometimes try to hide them from me, from the world around me.
I rely on the light He shines...depend on it.
Sadly, sometimes I believe my own lies.
<-- suddenly wants to sing "this little light of mine" ;-)