What Type of Light Are You?
- Freshly Squeezed Chronicle
- Aug 1
- 3 min read
Updated: Aug 13
Why I’m a “Lite Brite”
“You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden; nor does anyone light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on the lampstand, and it gives light to all who are in the house. Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven.” Matthew 5:14-16 NASB1995
I’ve always thought about being a light for Christ as a well-defined, bright, holier-than-thou looking light. I’m not sure where exactly I came up with that idea, perhaps as a small child attending an occasional VBS, but the truth remains.
I always see a bright, white, or yellow light!
Which is amazing, and I wish I could say that my light for Christ was that refined, that dazzling that you are blinded and left struggling to see anything after beholding that type of beauty, but I am afraid, my friends, that is simply not me.
No.
Instead, it’s more like move over, Lisa Frank!
I’m a “treasures in darkness” kind of gal.
A bed flooded with tears, type Psalmist, and way too acquainted with suffering.
But perhaps that’s why the Holy Spirit has revealed to me exactly what type of light I am.
I’m more of a disco ball, or better yet, a “Lite Brite” because it is the gut-wrenching stab of each pain, grief, and horror-filled peg I’ve experienced that causes my light to show so colorfully through those particular breaks.
Wild ride though, because my entire life, I’ve just wanted to be a normal, run-of-the-mill light. I’d even settle for dim, but the more the Lord rubs the tarnish off of what he’s been up to, the more I can clearly see.
I was created to emit many different colored lights. I wouldn’t not have chosen to light myself up this way. I did not intend yo twinkle like a well lit Christmas tree, man-handled by small children and sticky pine, but approaching fifty, it’s pretty clear.
The Lord wants to use this little “Lite Brite” to shine, and I guess since I can not undue the large amounts of trauma, stress, pokes, and prods it’s gotten me to see straight, it’s best I now just plug in and allow his glory to flow.
Man. The price tag on Rhema. 😮💨
Yet I am determined.
We are indeed his workmanship created in Christ Jesus to simply walk in the good works he’s prepared for us so long ago.
So I’m learning.
I’m transforming.
And I’m allowing Christ to further refine me so that I may be used as he’s like me to be used, not as some type of plea deal to get him to approve of my flow.
Yes. Jesus is a marvel.
He assuredly works ALL things together for our good, but ouch, hallelujah, I hope there are enough holes that I can now simply radiate the Lord as He is because, wowzers, this process has hurt!
However, this is my final thought:
“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the anxious longing of the creation waits eagerly for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself also will be set free from its slavery to corruption into the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation groans and suffers the pains of childbirth together until now. And not only this, but also we ourselves, having the first fruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our body. For in hope we have been saved, but hope that is seen is not hope; for who hopes for what he already sees?” Romans 8:18-24 NASB1995
Shine on, my friends! We are LOVED. 🍋
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