here’s a letter for the person that I have it in my head for and for all of you that need a little pick-me-up, I love you encouragement today. keep trekking on and being your beautiful selves.
I find it fascinating, the fear that you find in grown-ups, is lacking in the children. call them naive. inexperienced. but I think maybe it’s true bravery. (or maybe I’m overthinking since I wake up to Little Sis’ wall art with this quote every day…) in the face of death, or the deaths of others, often I think of this and wish I could have a little of the Peter’s reckless courage in my stuttering heart.
2017 is the year that I resolve to be brave. there. nothing fancy, nothing cost effective. bravery comes with its own kind of internal cost. and here is my definition, cheers to each part.
it’s there right over the head of the secretary as I stare (or maybe it’s in the flowery pen that’d been pressed into my hand) and I think from stressed to blessed and the kind in her eyes deepen my heart’s crack and all I want to start doing is bless. because remembrance rushes me that is the one cure all for all the hurt in the world, the one thing that fills up all the jagged cracks.
my Daddy always calls out to us as we leave be dangerous, take chances. I hadn’t thought of it, but that is love, true and real. it’s a love of life and people and the father that looks down on me from somewhere in eternity. tonight as my beads slip between my fingertips, all I can whisper is lord, have mercy, lord, let me be dangerous. in the small, in the large, oh, it is all a chance.
Go ahead and cry and break a little, you’ll heal, darling. Wounds become scars and scars will fade into a reminder. Keep loving him and everyone, everything, around you – you have been allowed to love and, oh, that is a beautiful thing.