Our lives are exactly that.
Not perfect.
Bent.
Crushed.
Broken.
Twisted.
We are like those children
who walk out onto the stage
with faith in their hearts
believing that despite everything in us
that is cracked, damaged, or difficult,
we are still WORTHY
of love,
of attention,
of admiration.
That is what it means
to be fully human.
In spite of the scrapes, the bruises,
the scars, and the shadows.
Each of us, somewhere deep inside,
in our fortress, our cave, our shelter,
as long as we are alive,
still holds onto the hope
that we are worthy
of everything beautiful
that lives in us.
Fear takes so much from us.
If it scares us just enough to stop.
Just enough to keep us from walking through it.
Our wounds may break our legs
but still we have wings.
❤️🥹
Last night I watched an episode of
Britain’s Got Talent,
where sick and disabled children came to sing.
They came with their parents,
their doctors, their caretakers,
with their angels.
The ones who helped them
– despite everything –
get exactly the place they dreamed of,
so the whole world could see and hear
that it is possible.
Even someone like me.
And sometimes, when I can’t sleep at night,
I love those 3 a.m. moments
when something inspires me.
Touches my life.
Pushes my change.
Fuels my action.
We are all here for one another.
Let’s learn passion and joy
from each other.
