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Light on a Hill.

        There's a famous scripture that reads, "Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hid." Just like a lighthouse, your light can bring hope and strength to those who may be lost at sea. Sometimes it is hard for me to imagine this world in its whole entirety. I am one soul, one girl, in the midst of billions of people. How can I possibly make a difference? I'm sure you have already heard the story I'm about to share, but it's a good reminder of how important we as individuals are.
         There was this rich man who had everything he wanted in the world and one day he was walking down the beach. There were hundreds, maybe even thousands, of starfish washed up along the shore. As he continued his walk he noticed a simple boy picking up a starfish one by one and throwing them back into the sea. Considering how there were so many starfish, the man thought the boy was foolish. He reached the boy and asked him why he was taking the time to throw the starfish back into the sea when there was no way he could make a difference since there were so many. The little boy picked up a starfish, threw it back into the ocean, and replied, " I made a difference to that one."
        I was reminded of that story this past week and it really made an impact on me. You and I may be just one person, but we can make a difference even if it's just a difference to one. Now back to my lighthouse. The purpose of a lighthouse is to bring those who may be lost at sea back to shore. Think of yourself as a lighthouse. Depending on the type of person you are your light may be dim or bright. Find the light in yourself. Be an example of Christ in the way you choose to live. Be kind, be grateful, be smart, be clean, be true, be humble, and be prayerful because you never know who might be lost at sea and in need of some light..

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