dragons

I need to confess.

I have a few dragons who keep me awake at night from time to time. Of course they are not real but, they SEEM real. Because they are not real they tell me lies, lies, lies.

My confession is that from time to time I actually believe them. They turn my eyes inward and tell me measure life by the standard of my own achievements or ability. It is not good, it is dark, hopeless.

Then, suddenly, I look up and away.

The true source of goodness is –thank God!-- not in me.

No person or place is too poor to be beautiful or too broken to be healed. Once again, I am not too consumed in darkness that I cannot see the hope. God please do not let me forget that “Your love endures forever.”