"Rough Around The Edges"

ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES

You know how you were made and what you were made to do, but for years you’ve waited out of view. An internal rhythm getting louder, but disguised under an impenetrable cover. How can truth be sound-proofed? The sun hovered day after day. It called to you—always the same—yet you remained shut tight. It was a fight not to make your own way, your own name. Then the night came when you took stage under no one’s watch but One. A humble way to come. And fear was dispelled as your heart swelled and pushed every petaled arm to full extension. The beauty and precision of every little part you held inside came alive. Fear died and peace could be smelled for miles. It would call. The fragrance would draw those that flew and crawled, the high and the low—bees, bats, birds and moths, and yes, the beetles too, they all recognized the appointed time and came near… to you. The vision was clear. It wouldn’t have made sense if you had come too soon, but now, fireworks in bloom. Look at you, fully open, singing a song that has never been sung, and received by all those who have eyes to see the display. Chosen one, number your days—two to three at the most—until you fall to the ground. But only then can the fruit begin in your desert place of glory. What a show-stopping story.

(Habakkuk 2:2-3; 1 Peter 5:6)