Our stories intertwine . . . overlap . . . run into each other, as we chase the dreams in our hearts; the longings of our souls.
As we share our stories, we find ourselves singing along to the same song; melodies of life and love; pain and suffering.
Words of truth reveal our shine and sparkle, and reflect that of others. I share my bits and pieces here, in hopes that others will recognize the shine within themselves, as the light reflects.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
A voice spoke
A wild and glorious universe
Exploded into being
God saw that it was good
With His breath
Life was given to humanity
God saw that it was very good
and . . .
He never took it back . . .
What is perfection?
A perfect cube has six identical square sides
A perfect sphere is . . .
A perfect sphere!
How about a perfect tree?
A perfect mountain?
A perfect bird?**
A perfect human?
Do we not, each
Have an ideal for which we strive?
(and invariably fall short)
A perfection that
Holds promise of success
And you know the rules.
You know all the "shoulds" and "should nots"
That have been given,
or assumed . . .
That must be kept
If you are to be
The kind of person you're supposed to be;
so, you can measure up and
Be the very best you, you can be!
Oh, sure, one can never be perfect!
But, it’s good to strive,
Is it not?
We are expected to strive,
Are we not?
After which of these definitions of perfection
Might you be running?
Having all essential elements
Correct or precise
Excellent in all respects
Conforming absolutely to the description or definition of an ideal type
What if I were to say
That you are perfect right now
No improvements needed?
This is not to say we needn't strive.
That growth and improvement
Are not desirable . . .
Striving, growth, change, learning . . .
These give and come from life and health and love
But . . .
Judging one's value
By how close we are to our ideals . . .
By how well we meet the expectations of self . . . another . . .society . . .
Is like using a ruler to measure how much water is in a lake!
(or, perhaps, like using a tape measure to determine a woman's value?)
It's the wrong form of measure.
It also assumes that we know what all the real rules are!
A perfect tree
Is a tree that behaves like a tree!
It sends shoots up toward the sun . . .
Roots deep into the earth . . .
It inhales carbon dioxide
Does it's whole photosynthesis thing . . .
Grows wherever it is planted!
Only people put trees
In perfect rows
Or trim the branches to be perfectly symmetrical
Nature is wonderfully random
It is an incredible tapestry
Of life forms that flow
Through, around and with
Nature is "messy"
Animals and plants
Behave in all kinds of strange ways
Creatures suffer and die
Some limp around with various injuries . . .
But, it's all good.
As it is meant to be.
"God's works are perfect
in every stage of their growth."
Hannah Whitall Smith
Our lives are messy
Ugly or beautiful
Right or wrong
Confused or clear minded . . .
None of these having anything to do
With determining whether you are
Worthy of love
We are perfectly imperfect human beings.
What else would we be?
You are the perfect you
With all the wonderful "flaws" and "weaknesses"
That shape who you are
That are shaping who you will become
And it is very good.
Who you are, is good.
Love says so
So, love your sweet, precious self
Smile at your humanity
Love your human ways
and your unpredictable, painful, wonderful human life
We're all in the same, very human, boat!
*for more on this, read Jonathan Brink’s, “Discovering the God Imagination: Reconstructing a Whole New Christianity”