The lights are untangled, tested and hung. The big reveal has taken place. The house looks cheery and bright. Then there you are. In the middle of a half mile of lights you appear. The lone, blinky strand. Through some scientific process I don’t claim to understand this strand appears to be like all the others until it has “warmed up” for a bit. 1,000 tiny lights provide a steady glow, framing the house is soft light… but your eyes can’t help but be drawn to the persistent staccato of one, blinky strand.
You, my child, you are my blinky strand.
Unexpected. Bold. Unique. Defiant. Charismatic. Improperly labeled.
Never one to blend in or back down.
You break up the monotony.
You are just you. Being who you were created to be.
You frustrate and intrigue and inspire me.
You test the limits of human patience.
My life before seemed safe.
Consistent.
Manageable.
But now I’ve seen challenge and danger and sacrifice and abundance. And there’s no going back. While you were showing me who you really are, you have shown me who I really am.
But now I’ve seen challenge and danger and sacrifice and abundance. And there’s no going back. While you were showing me who you really are, you have shown me who I really am.
"This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine...
Hide it under a bushel? No!
I'm gonna let it shine!
Let it shine!
Let it shine!
Let it shine!"
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