Nothing Grows in the Dark

LIGHT: –noun
"something that makes things visible or affords illumination""

The body is a vessel of energy. We chose whether or not, and, how much to do so. The simplest things can effect people in ways unimaginable. Call it the butterfly effect. I strive to become a pillar of fortitude to those I encounter. I try to touch the soul whenever possible. Many people have in fact had this effect on me as I've grown in this world. I am human, though, and not above reproach. Sometimes my light does not shine outward. Dark crevices swallow the light at times. I know I have to better quell my darkness in order to grow. As titled, Nothing Grows in the Dark. Shine your light on others. Whatever that light may be....it can be as simple as a smile (which I believe is a tremendous beacon of love and respect), the words "thank you" go a long way with many people. Respond with "yes" rather than "what" or "yeah." Pay attention to detail. Avoid confrontation and pitfall with kindness and wisdom. If I shine with you, it's only a matter of time before more shine with us. Do you go out of your way to help people out when you can? Do you live for yourself or for others? Do you feel apart of the human family?

Continue to shine. Continue to share and effect those you encounter - no matter the race, color, or creed.

A Message in the Sky

June 6 and we still have rain here in the Central Valley. Unbelievable. The clouds are so beautiful. The sound of raindrops is therapeutic. Thunder. Lightening high above. It makes me think of the delicate nature of life. How small we are.

How fragile things are. Remove a single element from the foundation and watch the temple fall. Could this all have simply just 'come to be?' in a cosmic cloud? A big bang? The arrangement of our very existence has too many finite variables to say that we are here by chance. Our human experience is undoubtedly handcrafted - designed. Rainbows in the puddles remind us of the Heavenly Father's promise to mankind never to bring disaster by water again. Will we instantiate our own disaster. Self-demise? (Well even that is foretold.) It is not for man to guide his own footsteps. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. I remember hearing the thunder in the dorms in Oklahoma. It sounded as if God Himself was beating on the ceilings. I actually thought the end had arrived. I was in such awe of the power I was witnessing. Looking out at the flatlands seeing random rays of lightening touch the earth's surface forces you to pay homage to Higher Powers.