there are no short-cuts through life,
no re-routes around the mess,
no detours that avoid the belt beatings of a broken world
that lash on the small of your back,
leaving scars in the shape of sacrifice,
the proof that you really lived.
there are no five easy steps to become the person
you dream one day you’ll be,
no quick formula to follow
that makes you the person
you’ve always wanted to become.
the other day i sat down with a woman,
the kind i hope one day i’ll be.
i listened to her speak in an octave blended with
the rarest humility & an unbridled passion
when she spoke about the ones she’s loved,
how she’s loved them.
she told me that ever since God took them home,
she’s struggled to find where she belongs.
i realize that she’s only known
the worth of sacrifice
& the potency of loving whole-heartedly
because she’s known the worst of grief.
then i watched her eyes light & lift
when she told me she feels like a child again
when she gives herself over to learning
with a bunch of college students.
i’m convinced she’s held up with wings
that are only given to the ones
that swell with laughter & with hope
after they’ve sat in the cruelty of absence.
from her, i've learned
that when you leave your soul’s fingerprint
on each life around you,
there’s no short-cut to do it well.
instead, when you leave your soul’s fingerprint
on each life around you,
the only way to do it well
is to drench yourself in the pool of their inked beauty
of past grief & precious dreams & present anguish & childhood memories
& in the more than you ever knew there was to them,
and then pressing in
until the love that wells in your soul
bleeds out onto them in a thousand small moments.
after all, these moments are the sum of our lives.
so the person you dream of becoming?
the person i’ve always wanted to become?
maybe it starts with giving our full attention to a five-year-old,
& asking her what the best part of her day was.
maybe it starts with holding our tongue
or putting our phones down
or setting aside a few minutes to phone a random friend
or throwing off the senseless weight
of a grudge,
or of guilt
or prizing a few moments of silence in our morning minutes
& asking the King of glory:
how can I love You more today?
because real love takes no short-cuts around the mess,
but rather, real love presses in,
in a thousand small moments.
& when we do,
we’ll reach eternity breathless
as the kind of people we've always dreamed of becoming.
there’s no need to dull our days
with half-heartedness & lukewarm living.
i want my moments made alive
by a warrior’s love
that goes out of its way
to threaten the lies
that tell you you’re unseen & unloved.
i want to tell you even louder,
“the King sees you & what He sees is good”
until you let it change the way you live,
the way you love.
i want to treasure today’s moments
like they’re clustered diamonds
& cradle their brilliance
even closer during the hard days
when i forget His grace
& need to remind myself again
just how wonderful it is to live today.
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