Everyone has hurt in their life. I mean, how can you not. This doesn’t mean everyone was abused or abandoned, or suffered through childhood. Maybe it was the loss of a parent or child, or divorce.
Therein lies my plight. Although I’ve spent my entire career being in the center, I never felt that I belonged wherever it was I found myself. I’m not an introvert by any stretch of the imagination, but there’s always this nagging tick of inferiority.
Keeping our candle lit is the difference between cold extinguished and setting life ablaze. Like any candle, we first need a spark, and the oxygen to fuel the flame.
Being aware of the seasons in our life are important. I especially become aware during the mountaintop moments. Not because they’re incredible and I’m on an emotional high. But, because I know what’s to come.
So many people want to wade into the muck and offer advice and opinions across the social streams. They become e-experts with safe responses and pre-calculated comments.
See, we’ve not progressed too far beyond that fateful day when mankind fell because of temptation. We’re disobedient and willful. Of course, God allows us free will so that we do have a choice. Otherwise, how could we actually show love if we didn’t have the choice to not show love?