Family. Family is raw. its an unveiling. its people seeing you at your best and your worst. its close quarters, no holds barred. we fight amongst our selves, but don't ANY of you touch my sibling: I will eat you alive. We are each others best friends and worst enemies. we learn everything there is to know about each other cause let's face it: we are all in the same small house.
Or not. we are constantly surprising each other. there might even be something you dont know in spite of living together because we are always changing, growing. but we are family. God grafted us into a place specifically. we're hard wired to love each other even when things fail. even when they dont turn out like we hoped or planned. we keep on loving and forgiving athousand faults because we're family. we've been bonded together by shared memories, shared trial, shared experience, shared love. a life completely unique to us.
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Saturday, October 3, 2015
Monday, May 5, 2014
Five Minute Friday - Mess
oh, I used to be scared of you.
scared of how chaotic you were, how crazy you could tip my world.
Just the fact that you showed up in the dirtiest, unrefined way.
You didn't like to be controlled, you always escaped in some other shocking way. Just when I thought I had everything tidy again.
you were raw.
volatile sometimes.
emotions spilling everywhere and the reality of who I really was, was on display.
I thought Mess meant the absence of Beauty.
the absence of Good.
even, the absence of GOD.
it just ain't so.
HE's the only one I know, who could look at a mess and call her beautiful.
Only one who could look beyond the hurt and pain and see the desparate beating heart.
The One Who can see a Daughter becoming.
scared of how chaotic you were, how crazy you could tip my world.
Just the fact that you showed up in the dirtiest, unrefined way.
You didn't like to be controlled, you always escaped in some other shocking way. Just when I thought I had everything tidy again.
you were raw.
volatile sometimes.
emotions spilling everywhere and the reality of who I really was, was on display.
I thought Mess meant the absence of Beauty.
the absence of Good.
even, the absence of GOD.
it just ain't so.
HE's the only one I know, who could look at a mess and call her beautiful.
Only one who could look beyond the hurt and pain and see the desparate beating heart.
The One Who can see a Daughter becoming.
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