Grace as light

Often when life becomes difficult the little wheels and silvery parts begin their turning in my head.  A show I watch, hit pause and replay as the screen casts shadows on this face.






And its when I'm in the shadows that I most want the light.    

I search for shining as my words move out.  All the hurt and fear, the disappointment laid down in words from a heart that bleeds ink.




 
In the flow of thought, tiny bits of me drip on page and I see myself in part.  The puddles form some beautiful mess of living life all wrong and somehow, somehow grace is always there to rescue.  Again and again his crazy unfathomed favor makes it all right.

The blots I've left on paper white moves whole as His words illuminate the heart, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”