There is a great song. I think it is by Shawn Mullins. It talks about being born to shimmer and born to shine and born to radiate. I love that idea. I love the idea that we are meant to reflect the light of our creator. I love the idea that trapped inside of each of us is a spark that ignites who we are. I like that our fires can join and rage. I like that our candlelight can become a firelight.
I mourn that we dim our lights. I dimmed my light in judgement. I dimmed my light in rejection. I dimmed my light in low self esteem. I tried to drown it with alcohol. I dimmed my light in faking that everything was ok. I let the clouds roll in from the lands of conditional love and performance based relationship. I hid in the dark shell, trying desperately to warm myself by the thin waning light of my soul. The flame sputtered and choked. MY heart screamed, my soul cried. IT was just as cold inside as from the stern stares as outside.
I began to weep. I began to shiver in the cold. I whispered a small prayer, “Help me.” And He did. The shell cracked and I began to grow. I began to honor my light. I felt the warmth and I began to like it. I let God call the light, “Good.” I let the scales fall away and let Him began to rebuild. He comforted. He quieted. He ignited. He loved. I sparkled.