Oct 6, 2020 | Do The Hard Thing, Grow, Lead, Permission Granted |
Have you noticed
that our world
requires us to
set permissions?
In order for something
to work for us,
we have to
to give it the go ahead
to work with the other
things in our lives
so that it can do for us
what it is supposed to do.
If we don’t set permissions –
the app, the program,
the new high-tech watch
will never work as they
are intended to work.
We, as humans, also
have permissions
that we need to set.
Set your permissions for
what influences you,
who has access to you,
what you will give your energy to, and
how much disrespect is too much.
Set your permissions so
that what is in your life is
working with you,
not against you.
#PermissionGranted
Oct 1, 2020 | Becoming, Encouragement, Faith, Trust |
The pieces don’t fit.
I want to finish
this puzzle so that
it makes sense.
It’s a mess and there are
pieces missing
so I am not sure
why I keep going.
I am losing hope
that I will ever see
the complete picture.
I am missing pieces.
I am not where I
thought I would be
or maybe who
I thought I would be.
Nothing feels complete and
I don’t have hope that
this puzzle, this life
can be redeemed.
I sift through pieces,
I look for hope,
I get out a magnifying glass
to aid my search.
Tears of frustration
make it difficult to see as
I try to match things up.
I sense someone beside me.
He shifts the magnifying glass
so that I can see
the strong
thread holding the
pieces together
where there’s a piece missing.
Hope fills in the gap.
He shows me
that beauty exists
where I see only chaos.
He sees what I cannot.
He shows me that hope
touches each piece
of the puzzle –
even though I can’t
see a picture coming
together at all.
He asks me to trust
that my story
will have
beauty and glory –
hope has made a way.
#PermissionGranted
Sep 14, 2020 | Becoming, Grow |
Dappled light highlights
the shapes made by the
peeling bark on the
crepe myrtle trees.
I go for a closer look.
I am enamored
by the light,
by the tree.
Its cracking,
its peeling.
I’m in awe of
the metamorphosis
of such a large specimen.
This is how it grows.
Crepe myrtles
shed last year’s bark
every summer.
I inspect myself.
Am I peeling off
the constraints
of where I was?
Is my heart
busting out of
last year
and making room
for new growth?
I can see how the
crepe myrtle has
transformed.
Is there evidence
that I’ve transformed?
Are there
cracks
that indicate I
am a growing girl?
#PermissionGranted
Aug 31, 2020 | justice, Speak up |
can you feel it
the air is heavy
frustration is palpable
words float in the air
the song of justice
will not be silenced
pain seeps
into lungs
into breath
into words
injustice has legs
and will march
as long as it takes
this righteous anger
is not new
chains still exist
free?
is the
song
noise
the
fight
unwarranted
the
march
selfish
you can feel it
the air is heavy
this anger is ancient
words pierce the air
louder than bullet
the song of justice
will not be overcome
#PermissionGranted
Aug 19, 2020 | Be you, Permission Granted |
Imperfect is real.
Perfection
renders us
counterfeit,
forces us
to conceal.
Don’t give in
to the pressure that
the world serves up
because
we need real
more than we need
a show.
We need soft hearts in tune.
We need bodies ready to work.
We need
open minds on the same page.
We need blood, sweat, and tears.
We need vulnerable.
We need all of the quirks
that make you,
You,
to show up in
full display,
no camouflage.
Fake perpetuates
the status quo.
We must do
better than that.
#PermissionGranted
