Saturday, March 13, 2010


Shiny, captivating, enchanting.
Light-reflecting, catching, dispersing.

There are quite a few things in Zambia that do not sparkle.
There are few things that catch the eye.
Few things that are enchanting.
Few things that are shiny.
Few things that are captivating.
Few things that reflect light.

But then that’s only if you are speaking of things.

The little treasures that sparkle in Zambia are dusty, muddy, runny-nosed, holey-shoed, and rag-wrapped.
The babies.

“Little children, Little children,
Who love their Redeemer,
Are the jewels, precious jewels.”

Little gems that sparkle and are polished by the fire of difficult days.
These jewels enchant me as they catch the Light.
It swells inside of them and they reflect it.
It grows and spills out. It consumes the darkness around them.

Where these tiny treasures are hidden, the Light doesn’t waver, it dances.

Their Light dances all over me.

John 1:5

"The light shines in the darkness,

and the darkness has not overcome it"

I am captivated, but can’t you see?
It’s not the children, it’s the Light they reflect.
It’s the way they sparkle.

1 comment:

  1. Totally awesome!! So beautiful!
    Precious one, You now know the great joy I feel as I watch you sparkle and shine with that same great Light!Oh the joy of It!!Nothing else surpasses!!! I love you so very much....Mom