What is the joy I have to give but the joy of a loving Father?
What is the song I have to sing but the song ringing in my heart?
What is the love I have to share but the love that loved me first?
In the moments where I feel infinitesimally small, I am reminded that being me is all I can be. And that who I am is greater than I have yet conceived and more than enough to shake the world. And that may be scarier than any other revelation I have ever had.
"You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do people light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a stand, and it gives light to all in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven."
- Matthew 5:14-16 (ESV)