“If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.” – C.S. Lewis
This beautifully hard and fragile plain we live on stirs feelings buried deep within; a longing to see true magic; to exist in a place only dreamed of in fairy tales. A place where struggles cease, dreams are born, and the sky is split with dazzling wonder.
I remain here, in this land where we suppose miracles and magic no longer exist, and all I know is anything is possible. Miracles do exist. I live in this broken world and am dazzled by a love beyond comprehension, one that staggers me. A love that demands to be seen, heard and felt with every painful breath we breathe. I cannot ignore it. Why, then, should I keep this secret to myself, safely hidden from all of the other broken people I see hurting?
“We are all broken. That’s how the light gets in.” – Ernest Hemingway
This world is far from perfect, but goodness still abounds. These cracks and deformities are just vessels to let the light splinter the darkness, like shattered glass reflects the power of the sun. Our world needs it. Our world needs the One who offers us hope and a way out, this Jesus who made us a free people. Our worlds needs you. This secret was never meant to remain one. Share it with the world. Dazzle it with your light. Show them that hope banishes despair, love conquers hate, courage overcomes fear. Miracles can still happen.
I remain on this side of the veil and can allow myself to feel trapped in it all, hanging on to my secret like I am the only one worthy of being saved… because allowing vulnerability is hard. However, I am reminded once more that there are very tangible reasons and a purpose to my existence.
“Perhaps this is the moment for which you have been created.” – Esther 4:14
Perhaps, this.
