I’m sad to say that my blog has been a bit of a desert for months now. I’m not really sure if it this is because I’ve been too busy (definitely), nothing interesting has been happening to me (depends on how you look at it i guess), I’ve had writer’s block (maybe so), or I’ve run out of things to say (this couldn’t possibly be it).
Regardless of the reasons, I’m trying to defibrillate this sad little green page back to life. With that end in mind, the best thing that I can share today is a lesson God has disrupted my life with lately:
Sometimes it takes going to a really dark place to remember how amazing the light is.
In my everyday Charleston life, there is an ample amount of sunshine. I know this is true, yet I allow my mind to forget the contrast of light with dark, and the light begins to loses its luster. The contrast fades to white on white, and my mind loses sight of any definition. Visiting a deep pit, oozing with soupy blackness, managed to re-awaken my senses, and I remembered what darkness is.
Let me not get lost in metaphors: I have forgotten the blessings in my life because my life is so full of them. I began feeling that God was far from me. And a weekend around some of my family, whose lives seem like bitter wastelands as a result of the enemy’s destruction, helped me see that God is not far, but close. Close as in, pressed against my face. God has blessed my life immensely. Ridiculously. With things and people and situations that I couldn’t even have dreamed up. And I don’t want to forget that.
