May He be the difference

The first six weeks of the summer have come and gone, and I am finally finding some time - however limited and frequently interrupted - to breathe. My overly emotional, frayed-around-the-edges self is feeling the effects of oxygen deprivation. More than anything lately - more than time to bake or cook, time to read or time to talk with people whom I don't supervise - I've been craving time to write. I have a list in my head of stories to share, topics to write on, verses on which to expound, but now at the end of a full day in a coffee shop, I have run out of time. These thoughts will have to continue to stew.

Until I finally have the time and space to exhale in written form, I post these words from Pastor John Piper:

Finite and fallen as we are, we need much help to see the light. To us there are dark places in the truth. But who can say, in this brief vapor's breath of life, what light might break upon the soul that looks, unwavering, and long enough at some dark spot, with prayer and pondering and hope that it may turn into a portal for the sun?

Christ is the great, granite, Objective Fact... He is the lens which lets us see if the modern, creative king really has any clothes on. He is the hard, immovable, unshapable, intractable Reality that banks the sea of emotion into a river that has to flow this way and not that, deep and not shallow. When he died for our sins, it became evident, once and for all, that our fallen spontaneity needs the fine, sharp, painful control of a severe Calvary-like discipline before going public in poetry - or even prose. He is the difference between artsy gamesmanship and lasting glory.
Taste and See, Reading #54

Lord, may my hunger to write be far surpassed by my hunger for your lasting glory.