Sometimes there’s an eerie comfort in the lies we tell ourselves
Kinda like a pair of jeans that fit too tight
But still…We wrestle against truth, where peace resides, because conflict is appealing
It’s much safer to fit in
Safer for our light to be blocked in at all sides

Until night becomes the ‘reliable’ friend

Have we forgotten that light is always ‘It’?
Even while darkness makes a feeble attempt to avoid being tagged
Such childish games we play.
The freedom of a breeze is more calming than the chaos created in trying to tame it
Forcing air into a tight spots just creates a storm
It’s better to take the chance of finding life outside our comfort
By being committed to Christ who calmed storms with His words and loves the way we are made