Looking at the Sky

...because nothing will burst until we get beyond ourselves.

I want to see hearts whole. I want to see a world that has ceased groaning and crying and instead is satisfied. I want to see Christ touch this planet.

Yet we worry about our lives. Countless minutia bog us down and instead of reaching for the light free falling above us, we stare at the ground, wondering where all the light went. I am learning to look up, into the sky...to seek the light instead of what I want. Yes. Instead of what I want.

What I want will go away. The little things. My little dreams are so little. But what God wants...and what I want because of God...will not fade. I want to see hearts become whole and even more precious to Jesus. I want joy on formerly empty faces.

I do this even with my faith. I delve too deeply into the details of me and God, and I become consumed, then, with the minutia of faith. Ironically, it is as soon as I begin that that I lose hope, for what hope can be found in picking apart details? Hope comes from loving God and loving Light. Seeking out beauty in darkness. Finding strength for fear. Recieving gladness when grief is overbearing. This is light. This is God. His name is Love.

So from there, I begin. I love. I love God. I love people. I love my jobs. I love my school and schoolwork. I love God. I look up. I chase the little star pieces until I can catch them in my hands and hold them, sparkly, shiny. And I can show them to the world, one heart at a time.