Kites are one of those things that remind me of childhood. I know I probably have flown a few in my time, but I don’t remember any specifics. I guess I must have been a really bad kite-flyer and repressed all those tragic memories.

Kites are interesting. As long as they are tethered by a string, you can fly them anywhere and do just about anything with them. Having a breeze always helps. Kites without strings don’t do anything but fall.

In the same way, if I am tethered to something outside myself, I have freedom and mobility within limits. Left alone and to myself, I will fall every time. Obviously, I am tethered to God, but also to family and friends through accountability and responsibility.

I am also a fan of night lights. Every one knows as a kid that monsters don’t go near night lights. But even as an adult, there is still a comfort in having a night light on. Plus, it prevents that accidental hitting of shins on furniture and pain-induced profanity that accompanies said hitting of shins. I like my night light. It’s a miniature lava lamp that changes colors and keeps me occupied for hours (yes, I am easily pleased).

I am not called to be one of those stadium lights that can illuminate an entire county. I am not called to be a spot light. I am merely called to be a night light and to shine in the little corners I go to and help people to see their way in the dark.  To help them avoid getting tripped up by the daily issues and annoyances and problems of life. I don’t have to light up the whole world, but I can light up my world.

So my goal tomororrow is to fly high and shine bright. And maybe write a #1 country song about kites and night lights. But mostly to just be the best me wherever I am and show Jesus to the people around me. That’s all.

Good night, John Boy.