Candle in the wind. For the longest time, that phrase didn't make sense at all. The effort to sustain the flame seemed futile, too hard to try.
But when you see the candle as yourself in the dark of the night, in the tough times, struggling to make it, rather than burning in the light of the day, this candle staying alive is desperate. It must stay lit before the sun comes over in the horizon at the break of dawn. Not only does the sun rise with light, but it will also rise with warmth, the chirping of the birds, life bursting forth.
Before the next sunrise, this candle in the wind must stay alive, stay alight.
The dark times can literally suck the life out of us but somehow there's just enough to carry us to make it a little longer. Slowly but surely, our energy is restored and we emerge initially with wobbly knees that soon strengthen. But what they can't see is the old broken self is restored with the skilful hands of the Master who has ensured there are no broken pieces and the cracks are solid. Broken but recrafted by the Masters own hands. Strong but completely dependent on the Master.
Words, actions that can never be taken back are said, done or not said or done yet they should. Like blasts of wind, from our loved ones that could easily blow out our candles flame. These words sting deep for they come from those are obliged to love, to protect. Even the innocent children protest how unkindly we've been treated as we are hurting, hungry, tired yet these say they love us.The candle flickers but it doesn't go out.
It won't because its time isn't yet up. Not even their efforts to blow us out will triumph. This candle gets to see the sunrise, bask, sing and dance in it and knows the next dark night will be better. Very, very bearable. You see the Master cupped His hands over you as a candle in the wind in the dark.
You will emerge from the dark of the night and one song you'll find your heart sings is Great is Thy Faithfulness. Don't quit. His hands are cupped over your flame.
But when you see the candle as yourself in the dark of the night, in the tough times, struggling to make it, rather than burning in the light of the day, this candle staying alive is desperate. It must stay lit before the sun comes over in the horizon at the break of dawn. Not only does the sun rise with light, but it will also rise with warmth, the chirping of the birds, life bursting forth.
Before the next sunrise, this candle in the wind must stay alive, stay alight.
The dark times can literally suck the life out of us but somehow there's just enough to carry us to make it a little longer. Slowly but surely, our energy is restored and we emerge initially with wobbly knees that soon strengthen. But what they can't see is the old broken self is restored with the skilful hands of the Master who has ensured there are no broken pieces and the cracks are solid. Broken but recrafted by the Masters own hands. Strong but completely dependent on the Master.
Words, actions that can never be taken back are said, done or not said or done yet they should. Like blasts of wind, from our loved ones that could easily blow out our candles flame. These words sting deep for they come from those are obliged to love, to protect. Even the innocent children protest how unkindly we've been treated as we are hurting, hungry, tired yet these say they love us.The candle flickers but it doesn't go out.
It won't because its time isn't yet up. Not even their efforts to blow us out will triumph. This candle gets to see the sunrise, bask, sing and dance in it and knows the next dark night will be better. Very, very bearable. You see the Master cupped His hands over you as a candle in the wind in the dark.
You will emerge from the dark of the night and one song you'll find your heart sings is Great is Thy Faithfulness. Don't quit. His hands are cupped over your flame.
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