Something More

I grew up thinking this world was magic. I felt like I was the main character in my own movie, where if I believed it enough, I could dance on the clouds if I really wanted to. I remember going to Disney World as a kid and seeing my mom cry as we entered Magic Kingdom. I asked her why she was crying, and she told me that Disney was the “happiest place on earth”. I remember looking around and being confused; the magical music, dancing characters, and friendly faces felt pretty normal to me.

I guess it was normal for me to feel that way, considering I was a kid who had only known the world to be a happy place.

As I grew up, I remember being shocked when the world wasn’t meeting my expectations. I vividly remember watching a show called “Wipeout” for the first time and barely being able to focus because I felt so bad for the contestants. I couldn’t bear watching them getting flung into the water. But— week after week— my family would watch the show, and my eyes would become less and less sensitive to the content. Instead of being concerned and shocked when a contestant failed, I expected it.

Throughout this season of my life, I became aware of the reality of this world. It was never going to be the fairytale I always thought it to be. The world is better at being disappointing, discouraging, and deceiving than it is at being uplifting, unifying, and understanding.

But, I couldn’t accept that. I knew there had to be something more to life. No matter how dark life would get around me, I still felt a piece inside of me trying to get my attention.

I knew it had to be the Holy Spirit reminding me that the love and kindness that I wished for the world to have was actually inside of me. I was the one capable of bringing it to the world.

In my eyes, that’s the most beautiful part of God. He is so giving, that he even gives a piece of himself to live inside of us, even if we choose to ignore it all our life.

I came to Christ when I realized the world was never going to provide the love that my heart craved. I needed Him.

I began longing more for God and longing less for the situations around me to change. God proved to always be the brighter source of light.

I began noticing what God was calling me to be, and I feel a strong responsibility as His child to never resist the magical feeling that He puts inside you. Actually, it’s not magic at all. It’s better than that feeling in Disney World. It’s better than anything this world can provide.

It’s Him.

Emma Grace Wright