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A Random Rant from Myself

What on earth have I been crying about? Complaining about? There's a gate to the Kingdom of Heaven in my chest and here I am covering it up with a cloak! I love a blanket of shadows and substitute ectoplasm and tossed it over the most powerful thing in the universe! The essence of Creation, Knowing, Wisdom, Rebuke of Death, Rebuke of Ignorance, Rebuke of Naysayers, Rebuke of the Thought-Impossible. What reason have I to cover it up? Is it fear? This fear is actually the exhilarating kind. The sort of -edge-of-your-seat thrill you get when riding a rollercoaster, but so, so much better. When I actually remove the bush from over the Light, I feel a Joy Irreplaceable and Incomprehensible!

Superheroes are known for their superpowers (and occasionally their virtues). What about us? We may not have superstrength or magic, but we do have something else; something far greater. The Author of the Universe resides in our hearts, heats our hearts, and fuels our forces. And I want to go sit in some dark corner and wait until "the proper time"? That's stupid lazy of me! I won't know that "the proper time" has already passed over and over again until I am standing full in the brilliance of my Lord on High and allow His light to fill ever recess of my Spirit!

Like a Ghost, I have slowly faded into a shadow of my true self--what I could be. But guess what? That ghostly layer is flaking away in the renewing rays of the Son. The transparent, passive film that served as a barrier between myself and my God is drying up and blowing away in the Wind. Now a golden light emanates from the areas that are slowly being uncovered. It's time for me to cast off my cowardly coverings and shine out for the King of Kings. He doesn't need espionage or spies in the Dark, so the role I've been pretending to play is utterly pointless. I have allowed myself to sink into my "camouflage" rather than fighting it back with the Sword of the Spirit.

What have I been doing? I forsook the joy God gave me in becoming His child for the faux acceptance of society. I do not really compromise my beliefs to be so accepted, but I have put this little light of mine under a bush. It is as if I am afraid to bear the banner of my Creator, my Father, shoot, my Everlasting Daddy! What sort of messed up kid have I been to pretend I am not my daddy's heir? It's high time I start acting with a boldness like being drunk in God's wonder.

These may have been some strong or fancy words...but now I need to live up to them. I do not really know how I'm going to do that, so I will ask for your prayers. Please and thank you. :)

Ghost, phasing in, for once.