A pinhole is enough for light to infuse and dispel the darkness. Mine is to thank God for piercing through to reveal what’s what and what’s not. But for God, my heart would still be hard as rock and cold as stone. Reflecting back on that gives me compassion, and I remember my father singing, “Many a brave heart lies asleep in the deep, so be beware, be-eee-eee-eee-ware.” Love lights the path I am following; and it’s the only one that is lit. For instance, I hear the words, “Be angry, but do not sin.” It’s not that anger is sin, it’s that it eats people alive. So now, I turn my anger into prayer instead of letting it fester as cancer in my soul. It seems a battle every day to find that path, but this I know: it is lit by Love.
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