In a Love.

I believe in a love so radical that it is willing to meet me in my mess.

I believe in a love that can't be found in greeting cards or flowers or Hollywood sets.

I believe in a love so powerful that it raises dead men to life.

I believe in a love I cannot see but through it I am granted sight.

I believe I am loved by a God who has breathed the stars and the earth and all that is in it.

I believe I am called to be loved.

I believe I am called to love.

I Refuse.

I refuse to be satisfied with this little light of mine. I desire to radiate a fire so blinding and radiant that to all whom the glory of God is revealed will fall to their knees in awestruck wonder. Because I so badly want to be undeniably His.