Today they chased shadows. They made themselves big and tall and the sun stretched their forms to laughable lengths. Then, they twisted and curved, and the shadow lumped into a misshapen form. But big or small, their shadow could not reflect the details of their smiles or their silly faces.
And just like that, I get it.
This crippled world is a shadow. It is incapable of capturing the reality of eternity. Everything good and lovely here, everything that fills me to the brim of happiness, is a shadow of the eternal joy to come.
My greatest love is a shadow of the Greatest Love. My greatest joy is only a drop compared to Living Water. The Light of the World illuminates my steps in the valley of the shadow. By His strength, I will sing in the dark because when the shadow looms largest, the Light shines brightest.