“Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.” –Matthew 5:15-16 (KJV)
It’s an indescribable feeling, but I’m going to give it my best shot. I’ve heard it described as warm and fuzzy. Others say that it’s like fire shut up in their bones. To me, it’s like a song that my soul sings. It tingles and when I feel it, I have to move. I want to shout, but when it’s not appropriate, I just tap my feet. It makes me cry. It makes me smile. It fills me with joy…or maybe it just releases the joy that’s already inside. Sometimes, it even makes me sad. It always makes me grateful and a little more prayerful than before.
I first remember feeling it when I went with my Granny to teach night school and I had my first “student”…a 70 year old woman who wanted to learn to read. I feel it now when I give lunch money to a kid in the hallway that’s trying to avoid the cafeteria by pretending not to be hungry. I feel it when I stay after school an hour and a half past longer than I’d planned trying to tweak a lesson for my kids for the next day. I feel it when I hug somebody’s son or daughter and tell them that I love them and believe in them. I feel it when I text their parent to tell them that they just left my classroom from after school detention (can’t spare the rod).
I don’t just get the feeling at work, but that’s where it is strongest. I also feel it when I hold the door for elderly people even if it means waiting a while for them to catch up to it. I feel it when I send a card or say a prayer for a friend who is going through a storm. I hope to someday feel it when I read my own child a bedtime story or check under the bed for monsters.
I wish that everyone could feel “it.” I’m so grateful that I do. I’m grateful for its strength and its consistency. It reminds me every day that I am doing exactly what God has called me to do. It gives my past, present, and future so much more meaning. It is proof that my life is dedicated to something and someone larger than myself…something greater…something spiritual.
I believe that this feeling is a combination of love, service, compassion, and sacrifice. It is peace. It is light. It is God…and it is His son.
Many of you reading this have your own light. I pray that you shine boldly…not for your own glory, but for His. I also pray for any of you who have not yet learned to recognize the light that is within us all. Perhaps, you will be so courageous as to pray a simple and powerful prayer to invite God into your spiritual space and allow Him to have His way. Just say, “Use me, Lord.” Then, hold on tight. The world needs your light. The kingdom needs your light. YOU need your light.
Peace and blessings.