We struggle mightily much of our lives to avoid revealing our true selves. Dark, secret places crouch within our souls and we take great pains to avoid entering them. We possess ugly deformities, horrible scars, and shameful memories which we hope will never see the light of day, which we dearly hope none will ever see. If anyone saw us truly and fully, it would force us to either double down on our efforts to hide these defects and flaws, or we would simply shun life and finish our days lurking in the shadows.
Waiting is a beautiful thing. However, a time of waiting typically compels us to feel tense, upset, even angry. Despite our common reactions, waiting remains a profoundly lovely and refreshing time.
There is the dark, hidden, and mysterious miracle— one done out of sight, beyond prying eyes, in the "black box." And then, there is the more astounding miracle— one done in plain sight, before the eyes of the skeptic, in the glare of the noonday sun.
