GREATER by Paige Elise
I suppose it starts off small. A desire. A growing passion.
A forest fire contained in a tiny spark floating lazily in the night air. An ocean bottled up in a drop of morning dew asleep on the grass. The potential to accomplish something incredible waits like the silent cannons of a barricaded fortress. Untapped. Unmeasured. My feet could take me up jagged mountain peaks and through verdant jungles, but instead they are frozen to the floor, cold and unmoving. The gleam in my eye could tell stories better than my mouth and could learn to listen better than my ears, but I’ve turned my gaze towards the shad- ows again. My heart could spill forth treasures beyond compare, far too great to ever be stolen, but I’ve locked it and hidden the key. But that desire! It tugs on the half of my mind not won over by my idleness. It taps on the shoulder of my insecu- rity so that it has to pause and look back. It whispers into the ear of my late-night thoughts and I hear the subtle urgency of what I’m missing out on. There must be more!
I seek an escape through the trap-door known as blissful ignorance. But freedom cannot make a home where truth takes no residence. Where do I start?
I skim an attic-exiled box for an old friend. My eyes lock on the spine of a tattered book that has now become so coated in dust, you’d think it was an antique. But the ink is still fresh, and as I open it, my eyes begin to burn. The tears well up from the pain. The words are so sharp, it’s as if they were written yesterday. But these are ancient truths, ever new, and as my eyes fervently scan up and down the page, leaving no corner dog-eared or crinkle unfolded, I can hear my blood roar in my ears. My fingers shake. My feet begin to bounce in place. The gleam in my eyes comes to life again, and the lock on my heart bursts open. I could sit there for hours letting the ink-stained pages fasten themselves about my neck and yank me in closer, and the desire only intensifies. I remember. I want others to feel the burn. I want them to experience the rush of feeling alive for the first time. I want the forest fire to erupt and spread. I want the ocean to spill out. I want the fortress to open up its gates and send the army running. I’m ready. It’s time for my idleness to be laid to rest. It’s time for insecurity to make the jump. It’s time for me to wield those ancient truths. My desire is small. But the Gospel isgreater.
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