on days like today i remember why i write, and that’s because i am terribly flawed and cracked and clumsy. because i have been lost and messed up and caved in and sat with my shame for much longer than i should have. i write because God didn’t hold back during arts and crafts time, supergluing me together with an old soul full of words. but i also write because i think we’re all under the impression that we should stray away from pointing out the good in the days we’re living, and the good in the people in them.
its just a bad habit in the world we live in, where we refuse to tell someone how lovely they look in blue and how much kindness is in their eyes. and maybe it’s because we’re bitter. maybe it’s our pride, or maybe we’re just afraid of being seen as too odd or too much or too nice. but then i remember Him. the one who shut down the doubters and probably told everyone they had a nice smile the second He thought it.
and that’s why i write, because i know we’re not here to tiptoe around each other. we’re here to show each other the agape type of love that the guy who walked on water showed. which means we’re here to be odd and too much and too nice. we’re absolutely here to ask people how they are and tell them they’re so good, even if they turn their backs to us, because there’s always hope that someday they won’t.