You are not a broken box
Expecting to get met with a scowl
and returned to sender
No, you are a present,
worth and beauty
How lucky we are to have you
be present, be now, be loved
and, of course, open yourself up to others,
the true treasure’s inside.
Gravity brings its weight
Age leaves its mark
Yet still you loved
Nothing in nature can take that away
for your essential nature shines forth
amidst the fading leaves.
Some say the goal in life is happiness,
but there are times in life where anything worth doing
will be stressful, involve pain, and make you feel
very different from the happyhappyjoyjoy state we profess to desire.
I say, find the things you find of value, even when they cause you pain.
Pursue those. For life is short, and nothing worth doing is done with eternal ease.
So, help us Lord.
Your fears do not overtake you.
Your failures do not define you.
Your frailties do not limit you.
Your fat does not diminish you.
Your friendship is valued.
Your fuck is amazing.
Your feelings are understood.
I am your greatest fan.
I think it’s funny: we believe our deficiencies disqualify us from official ministry. Yet, God is not interested in our lack. Sometimes musicians will make intentional “mistakes” in their tracks just to prove it wasn’t a pre-recorded track. Some of the most valuable collectors items are the ones with a flaw in the casting.
Yes, we are called to remove impurities from our souls; but, many of the things that distinguish us, that make us unique, are the things we most often want to hide. God knows who we are. Our task, as humans, is to find the same, to celebrate it, and to toast to the Maker who crafted us this way.
A woman finds a lost coin. She holds it up. She says, “look at this coin that I have found. It has the utmost value to me.”
What if we did the same to everyone that we met? What if, in our interactions, we held them up. We said, “look at this person I met today. They are of the utmost value to me.”
Don’t we long for that, to be treated in that way?
“I would like to buy your spinning wheel,” said Katie, “how much do you want for it?”
“Three hundred dollars,” said the woman.
Katie reached for her purse.
“I prefer it to be paid in cash,” she said, “it means a lot to me. I would very much like it to mean a lot to you.”
Not having cash, Katie drove several blocks to the bank and returned with the payment in full.
Years later, Katie still has the wheel and has become quite the master spinner, treasuring the wheel the started her on her way.