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oh baby (note to self: add ‘pretty damn decent at taking pictures out the window of a moving vehicle’ to my list of unexpected skills i’ve gained over the years)
I imagine that when Moses split the Red Sea, there were two groups of people.
The first group was composed of victorious triumphant warriors saying, “In your face, Egyptians! This is our God!” They were pumping their fists and thrusting their spears.
The second group was composed of doubtful, panicking screamers running full speed through whales and plankton.
I’m a Screamer. I’m a cynic. I’m a critic. I’m a Peter, who can make a good start off the boat, but falls in the water when my eyes wander.
I’m not endorsing a halfway lukewarm faith. I believe God wants us to have a robust, vibrant, thriving relationship with Him. But as for me, I’ll be limping to the finish-line.
I’m more of a Thomas than a Paul. I’m more Martha than Mary. I’m more David than Daniel.
Yet the Warriors and Screamers all made it through.
It’s not easy to have faith the size of a mustard seed. But Jesus promised that this would be enough to move mountains, and I’m learning to be okay with that.
— J.S.
“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable.”
— C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
“If you trace insecurity or any issue of self-worth to its root, you will find a seed of shame. Ask yourself, who planted this seed? How long have I let the world water it? How much longer will I let it live? It was not always there, and was never meant to be. Trace that insecurity back to it’s root, and dig up that seed of shame. Then you will see all the blooming its thorns have have been choking out.”
— L, thoughts of a therapist
“I think midlife is when the universe gently places her hands upon your shoulders, pulls you close, and whispers in your ear: ‘I’m not screwing around. It’s time.’ All of this pretending and performing – these coping mechanisms that you’ve developed to protect yourself from feeling inadequate and getting hurt – has to go. Your armor is preventing you from growing into your gifts. I understand that you needed these protections when you were small. I understand that you believed your armor could help you secure all of the things you needed to feel worthy of love and belonging, but you’re still searching and you’re more lost than ever. Time is growing short. There are unexplored adventures ahead of you. You can’t live the rest of your life worried about what other people think. You were born worthy of love and belonging. Courage and daring are coursing through you. You were made to live and love with your whole heart. It’s time to show up and be seen.”
— Brené Brown
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Typewriter Series #2656 by Tyler Knott Gregson
My courage wasn’t liquid, it was fire forged and steel in the center of me. I said I loved you and left it there, anyone who knew anything could find it, but it was yours, and so I left it.
Funny the things we walk around, step over and forget to pick up. Funny how they become part of the landscape, camouflaged into our routine.
I love you left like laundry to be carried up some set of stairs, folded, and ready to be worn when the weather, when the temperature was just right.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Diane Schwemm, The Year I Turned Sixteen
“So much of what we learn about love is taught to us by people who never really loved us.”
— r.h. Sin