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I love the idea of greatness. I would love to be great–to be called up before throngs of people, to be heralded for a lifetime of something special. I revel in imaginary praise and adoration until I remember how badly it fits. I wear accolades like a four-year old strutting around in Daddy’s suit. The suit fills out with my pride, but while I’m in it, all I can do is strut. It’s too clumsy and heavy for me to run and jump and play and accomplish. Of course, I wasn’t made to wear it–it belongs to Daddy.
I admire people who can wear the suit without falling all over themselves. Then I think, maybe they don’t see themselves in this suit of adoration. Maybe they don’t see themselves or the suit at all. Maybe they’re just… in the moment.
Only Moments
People aren’t great
Only moments…
Great moments,
Which flash in the dark spaces of life…
When a person turns…
To reflect the light.
A glimmer of wisdom, a flicker of goodness…
Guiding lights…flashes of courage and strength.
Moments of Truth.
Moments of trust.
People aren’t great
They remember the moments with Pride…
And carry the memory into the dark spaces…
Thinking the light was theirs.
They spread the memory across the spaces…
And in their darkness they turn…
To reflect their Pride,
More often than the light.
Humility has no memory
It stands in the moment. Invisible…
Seeing only the light…
Of God.
People aren’t great
Only moments.
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