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2/20/2018 0 Comments breathlessthere 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.
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