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Light.
It had been a while since I've seen it. Not the kind of light that you switch on or off when you walk into a room, but the light that switches on when you hit the bottom. The light that you were missing while you were walking blindly around that led you to fall.
I know many times before I could have just switch it on, but I'm stubborn. I couldn't let go of my pride and admit I could not see and that I was wrong.
Arrogant.
But the Lord is patient. He knows me very well, heck, he made me! And he knew that it might take a while until I stopped covering my eyes and let the light shine in. It seems as if I purposely closed myself and refused to see.
Clarity.
No it's not just spirituality. Nor is it social, economic, academic, or career wise. For the first time I see myself, and I see a light.
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