There are those things in our life
that make us sparkle aren't there?
Things that light us up.
That brighten the world around us.
I have friends that bake during stress.
This is their sparkle.
They Shine in a flurry of whisking,
and beating and blending.
They make pies and cookies and cakes.
For Fun.
They decompress by flinging flour,
relax in a frenzy of sugar and baking powder.
A cupcake frosted is their glory.
A perfected red velvet cake
and they are lit up like Clark Griswald.
Cookies whipped up for a potluck...
they're as bright as a hundred foot
twinkling string of lights!
This is uncomprehensible for those
that do not operate in this Zone.
Those of us with a three year old can of
blueberry pie filling in the pantry
and a rotting refrigerated pie crust in the fridge.
Other than the ooohs and aaaws of our consumption
that shine onto our taste buds
and into our growling bellies,
we wonder at their Mojo.
Other people can push themselves physically.
They run races.
Lift weights.
Plank for more than 30 seconds.
These people set goals and knock them out of the park
and when they cross that finish line
their lights radiate
and we bask from our couches
in the glimmer of their victories.
Mmmm and the musicians...
The way their souls are on display.
The shining is through their songs.
We are moved.
That is the Mojo. That is the Zone.
That is the northern light, iridescent,
fiber optic version of lighting up the world around us.
These gifts seem innate.
Whether a drum beating strong,
or an orchestra exploding into the grand finale...
time and setting aside,
our hair stands on end as the music moves us.
If those with baking skills were surrounded
by mere rice and beans
their dishes would still be delicacies.
If the athletic were building mud huts,
we would wonder at their strength.
I think God created us this way,
to shine His light in a darkening world.
The Creator. The original.
And to think that maybe each of us
is a product of His Mojo.
is a product of His Mojo.
We are the beats to his song...
The fondant creations on His triple layer cake...
The Fakie-Beta-Flip
with a Chinese-Ollie
and a Ghetto-Bird
on a skateboard.
My hope for you this Christmas
is that you would shine your light.
That you would seek to find
The Light Of The World.
And that you might never walk in darkness...
is that you would shine your light.
That you would seek to find
The Light Of The World.
And that you might never walk in darkness...
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