I won’t break!
I might…
I won’t look for answers in the void
Or I will…
Either way, I’m okay.
Because sometimes that’s how I realize who I am
And sometimes that’s enough.
beauty
Nighttime
When the world crashes down, make sure to bring a straw
Something you can hang above the landslide to catch your breath.
I’ve learned the importance of a hundred straws
And I’ve grappled with the soil countless times
Yet, my anchor still holds.
Struggling and wriggling beneath the weight is real
And they don’t send you instructions or preparatory warnings
It’s you and God and the thread attached to the anchor that holds.
So dive deep when the oxygen tank is close to empty and find the miracle
Because it’s waiting.
He never fails!
I do
But even when I do, He’s enough!
So I dig into the soil and find the gold in the midst of the muck and mire.
And I’ll be better tomorrow…
One time…
One time, there was a girl who was afraid.
She wrestled with her fear.
She thought if she gave it voice it would consume her.
She thought if she showed weakness, the weakness would swallow her.
She thought if she were better, she wouldn’t find herself here.
She thought if she were better everything would be okay.
Then the world caved in
She had to realize it wasn’t about her at all
She had to realize that in the pain and brokenness, Jesus would still see her, meet her, find her.
And He did! And it’s okay. And brokenness can lead to healing. And pain can lead to triumph and all the things.
And maybe, just maybe, that can be her story.
I am she, and this is now, and my brokenness today led to beauty. So there’s that…
Messy me
I am a mess, woven in clay, wrapped up in yarn, and presented to the world.
You may see me strung or unstrung, strong or weak
Flesh and bone or fierce.
With every thread I hang on to the maker of the tapestry.
Because that’s all that matters.
Broken and fragmented, waiting for the hands of the sculptor.
And it isn’t weak to wait.
Bravery stands at the edge of a precipice and waits for instruction before flying.
Bravery is being willing to rest at the feet of something greater and be still.
So here I am Lord, use me however.
Bravery is being fully yours!
Who are you?
I think I am me when the dust settles and the night falls and I stare at my pillow and I wonder
What is today? And what will be different tomorrow? And what’s the harm in thinking about that?
I think tomorrow is propelled by today.
I think I am the sum of yesterday and today and tomorrow combined because I believe God is bigger than that mess!
There’s a symbolism in the weight of the fracture between me and today and tomorrow.
There is more than I can see
There is more than me.
So hold on tight beloved. You are beloved
Because you don’t always see what’s waiting beyond the veil.
And I know theology and not every gets a peak behind the curtain but I’m waiting and I know He is too. That’s enough for me!
On learning and loving and walking on
Sometimes your own people won’t get you
Sometimes it hurts
Sometimes that’s okay
Sometimes it’s not
That’s okay too
Walk on dear friend.
Move into the next moment, okay with yourself and who you are.
If the night stopped the second a cloud came, we’d never see daylight
But we keep spinning
And the dawn will come
Wake up tomorrow and realize you don’t need the approval of the setting sun.
If you really knew me…
If you really knew me, would you hang me out to dry with the stars?
Would you wonder if I’m someone worth your time?
Would you debate with the clock and the ashes of lives lived and gone?
Would you pull me close and tell me of tomorrows?
Would you fold the flames of a life well lived around me or call for backup?
If you really knew me, would you say hello when you saw me or hide?
If you really knew me would you wonder at the greatness I hold or run in the opposite direction?
Will you read my words on a page and wonder if I’m human?
Or will you find that we are the same
Fumbling for light when the darkness presses in and …
Reaching, so hard, when the light calls?
Do you see me? Can you hear me?
These are questions for the abyss yet I ask them.
These moments define destiny.
Iif you really knew me, you would know.
But in the space of time and light and all the things that make us….us, I’m a voice screaming into the air.
But if you really knew me, that might matter.
In the meantime, I’m okay with the background chatter.
Human
I used to be human, once when it was trendy.
But what good are trends anyway?!?
I’m me in the trenches.
I’m me when the world crashes around me.
I’m me in the flesh and the bone…in the spirit and song…
In the trenches.
Just little ol’ me
I grope for air when I need to breathe
I hang on to euphemisms when I need hope.
I grope for light when I feel dark.
I wait for the dishes to be done
For the world to feel uncluttered even when I know I’m responsible for the outcome.
I wait for the light to appear.
But I am loved!
Not by you certainly. Maybe not even by the people I hold close to my chest like life preservers.
But I’m loved.
And maybe that’s enough.
Because I’ll get up tomorrow and go again.
And things will get done little by little and I will grow or whatever…
Tonight, I’m me, in the light of a thousand moons,and the presence of a God who loves me anyway and that’s more than enough for me!
Dust…the hidden compass
Dust somehow manifests itself in light when the rays shine just right.
Do you see me?
Flesh and tissue and fire and love?
Do you see?
Or does light dissolve to the touch?
I know light is brighter than circumstance so I wait
I’ll see you in the morning.
Time in a bottle
If time really were in a bottle, I would drink deeply.
I don’t always know who I am
But I’m me in this moment
So sound the alarms and ring the bells because I’m present
And maybe I’m the me I thought I was yesterday
Or maybe life is okay when it’s half-lived and the night is blocked by the sun
And life is great when the sun shines
But no one promised us a rose garden (quote the old author)
But life is greater when you know who you are and where you stand and when enough is enough or there’s light on the horizon, peaking.
I don’t back down! I never have and I don’t plan on changing.
So bring the dusk or the dawn but watch me rise! Because I always RISE!
INSPIRED BY THE COMFORTER 