Pearls

Pearls result from irritation

Saint hood , of a sort, can be briefly won now and again. I suppose it is like a patch of sunlight burning through a heavy cloud, warming the earth below for a moment, to gladden the heart. In this way, we might be won over by the Lord, if only for a moment, long enough for Him to make our heart incandesc in unspeakable, and unforgettable light.

Strung together like pearls, one may fashion a whole life, even if carved out of stoney hearts, and it may make a whole wall intricately and ornately carved to stand forever in the day, for someone to see. Moved to replicate what was seen other lives may be strung together as well, miraculously from the cross itself, where our poor hearts beat bravely on until too tired to carry on.

Oh live to be pearls in the bright noon-day sun and shine with glowing hearts of joy, to be what you are in the moment, for Him. All those moments that belong to Him paint a picture that is like Him. For a moment, let Him forget the nails of the cross, to listen to the little sounds of joy.