O Lord, let me be a full moon. Let me reflect your light as fully as I am able.

I know that I started out as a new moon. No reflection at all. Just darkness. Full of myself. No light at all. And what light could I ever have? My ego said that there was light in me. Plenty of it. But even as I bragged, I realized that I had no light. I was the new moon. Dark. Cold. Empty.

When you found me in such a state, you let me reflect a little of your Son-shine. I said I would follow you. So I started the journey. I started to follow. And I reflected a bit of your love. A bit of your light. I was hedging my bets though. I was keeping some of me for me. And so I could only reflect a little of your light. Like a waxing crescent.

As I matured in the light of your precious Word, I became like the first quarter of the moon. Half me. Half You. I did not know that I had to get rid of me to become the best me. So I just added You to my routine when I felt like it. I was more than wishy washy though. I was more than halfway. Or so I thought. But just reflecting half of Your light was not enough. I wanted more than the first quarter.

I hope that I am at the waxing Gibbous state now. Or maybe even closer to the full moon. Reflecting more and more of Your true light. Becoming more like you, o Lord. I know I am not complete, but I know I am getting there. I reflect more and more of You. And I realize that I am becoming who I am supposed to be. I am all-in even if my reflection of you is not complete.

Even though I am all in, I know that I will never truly and completely reflect your light. I will not be the full moon. But I want to make sure that I never get to any of the waning states. Waning Gibbous, third quarter, waning crescent. And never again the new moon. I do not want to stray from You, o Lord. I know that I am not perfect. I just do not want to wane. And even if I backslide, I want to stay on the waxing side. I want to be on the side of drawing closer to You rather than fading away from You. I never want to wane.

O Lord. I know that I will never be a full moon, but let me continue to draw closer to you and wax closer and closer to that fullness. Let me reflect your light as much as humanly possible. Let me be a reflector of You as the full moon is of the sun. An imperfect, flawed reflector.