Kill them with kindness

One day, your heart will learn to fly again, and you will see such beautiful things. I hope you have the patience to wait for that day, to know that the lonely hours are not spent in vain, but that you are just slowly gaining the strength and courage to use your wings again.

You have never truly found Jesus if you do not tell others about him.

How beautiful it is to find someone who not only accepts who I am, but celebrates the things that have made me who I am. We find joy in being seen, to be known is what our hearts long for. How wonderful, to have someone who knows us, and extends the hand of promise and future growth. That is fuel for our souls, when someone makes the effort to love you for you.

You always have the girls everyone thought of beautiful, smart, pretty, had it all there. I wasn’t one of them. I was beautiful, but not in my looks but in my words.  I knew how to piece together broken things and make them okay again. I wasn’t smart in the traditional way, but I did know a lot about my passions. I knew what I wanted and I was smart in the way that I wasn’t not naive enough to know that the world was not kind. So I chose to be, I chose to be the flower growing out of the sidewalk of the world when everything else was bleeding and dirty. I was pretty, but not in my looks, I was pretty in how when you looked into my eyes you saw what I endured. You saw the valleys I had walked through and wondered how I still smiled. I was pretty in the way that my smile spoke of the pain in my heart, but that pain was not my ruler. I had created my own hilltop and resided there in freedom. I was the girl with her own pieces scattered,  but dedicated herself to piecing others back together. I didn’t have it all there. But I knew how to be messy, and broken, and I knew how to love people in the midst of it. And sometimes all that was saying, “its okay and I will listen. I love you.” Sometimes simplicity is the best way to sort through the mess.

Isaiah 26:3 is true. When you trust God to be good and do good, you don’t have to fear. When you know His love has already worked out your future, you can face the struggles with peace. This all begins with learning His character, which is revealed most clearly in the Word. I can attest to a definite correlation in my hopefulness and the amount of time I spend reading His words to us. When I see how flawless His track record is, it helps me trust Him.

It takes all sorts to make a world; or a church. This may be even truer of a church; if grace perfects nature it must expand all our natures into the full richness of the diversity which God intended when He made them, and Heaven will display far more variety than Hell. ‘One fold’ doesn’t mean ‘one pool’. Cultivated roses and daffodils are no more alike than wild roses and daffodils.