Diary of a God Girl

…eat slow, take small bites

The Light-Bulb

When I was a little girl, I had a short, yet poignant conversation with my father. We were sitting on our plastic covered couch in the living room when I turned to him and said, “I feel different from all the other kids.”  My father answered, “What do you mean, different?” I said, “I feel like a light-bulb is on top of my head and it goes with me wherever I go. I think people can see it when they look at me.”  My father replied with absolute certainty, “That is the light of the Lord.”

It wasn’t until I was much older that I realized the light-bulb was actually in me. To guide me, to teach me, to discipline me, to forgive me, to love me as I am.  A light that was seen by others from the inside out.

Isaiah 2:5 Come descendants of Jacob, let us walk in the light of the Lord.


 

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