The Moon

Observe the moon. Note its intensity. Stands as a titan in the night sky. No amount of light pollution on earth could ever hide the magnificence of its gentle rays. Like the moon, I do my best work in the dark. Like the moon, I draw on the power of the Son to be the light in the darkness. Like the moon, my position allows me to see and be light. While its dark I can still see the Son. The comes a point when the earth's shadow blocks the very ray I need to be who I am. Does that cause the moon to cease to be the moon. Isn't the momentary eclipse of the moon sustained only for a short time? Does not the moon return to is its illustrious brillance in the night sky? Like the moon, I receive a time each month where in I am blocked from visual appeasement. Like the moon, when the Son is in the sky, I hid in plain sight. Like the moon, I do not contend with Son, rather I am completely comfortable being who I am. I have a place in the world. I have a purpose. I have a function. This is my soul purpose to be a reflection. To be the sight of hope on the other side of the earth. That my existence and exuberance notes and signs that the Son is yet shining. That there is no such place as darkness, light is always present. Like the moon, I recieve the Son...Jesus Like the moon, I reflect his glory that shines upon all men. Like the moon, I cease to have relevance if the Son does not shine on me. Like the moon, I need the Son to be who I am.