Your uniqueness is the very glitter of a fleck of flint. Each fleck, collaborative in forming something useful to catch fire. Each fleck, looks the same — small and insignificant, like they are one. But, the very essence of what makes them unique creates friction and spits fire, just slightly enough to sparkle. But that is enough to
God’s wonder-ful. Wonderful-ly exclusive, elusive. Only those who believe, receive the truthful perception — an all-consuming direction. It’s not a straight path to a destination. Not limiting but liberating. Free, not fate but destiny. His atmosphere is the fuel we need to succeed. Purpose. Perplexing, when seen only through eyes. Read between the lines, the senses, have faith, and grab at the confusion. Only then, it’s not an illusion.
Breathe in and open your eyes.