“Patches of God-light”
[a C.S. Lewis reference to God-given epiphany. The kind of epiphany we artists sweat out our days for.]
Patch me in, please God. I need light, it is my oxygen. I need you or I live in dark places that are tight and stifling. I want to wake with my day wide open, with inner warmth, and clarity of mind. I want to wear my hair up, a badge of honor, because the day required many words sweated out for you.
I don’t do life anywhere near perfect. I am not a tidy Christian, a lace and pearl wife, a famous friend, an artist extraordinaire. I’m more fight than calm. But I fight for truth and peace and freedom. Because my world is at war.
In happy accident I find one, two, four and more who are fighting too for peace, for freedom, for truth. I count them as friends, as comrades.
Truth comes like light. Like patches of light. And I soak it in through the photosynthesis of my soul. The truth, the patches of light, are much softer than I ever imagined they would be, much kinder too.
Fill my days God, with your patches of light.
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