I wrote this on my phone one night. I can never find a pen when I want it. Especially when a special thought comes. It sounds weird and abstract, but it makes sense to me.
"My hand presses against Your presence. Light then radiates from my finger tips. The glow, it spreads into the dark revealing slaves captive to a lie. A lie that entertains people from a grace that is true.
May they find Your way with this light,
Your glory revealed through this hand
that continues to reach for You
who is good, and compassionate.
They stumble around in the dark as they grasp money, sex, and the American dream for fulfillment and stability. At times, when my hand drops from Your presence, I am right there with them in the dark choosing not to find Your way, but my own way. I raise my hand, and You take me back."
After I wrote this, I was at Pick up Stix. Before I entered, there was a man that was trying to sell me really good baseball tickets for really cheap. I noticed his eyes. They were an amazing color with a deep sadness in them. I wasn't interested in the tickets. I said "no thanks" and went into the restaurant. As I waited, I was rereading this on my phone. When I left, I saw him again sitting and looking discouraged. The Holy Spirit told me to tell him of Jesus' love, BUT I didn't do it. I just kept on walking. As I drove away, I felt awful. It's funny, because this is about saving the lost. I was reading it that day, and did nothing. As this says, I was choosing my own way. May I get another chance.
