Lately the experiences I've been having have taught me an amazing lesson; that I have the right to be whatever I want to be however I want to be it. There is not a single thing you can do to stop me; you can't tease or bully or even judge the Firework out of me anymore than I can punch the Dufus out of you. What I want you to know is that our society places entirely too much emphasis on labels, since when is it okay to throw a couple words together and decide that is what defines you? There is only one word to describe me and that is George! Besides that, I am always growing and evolving, you may have defined me as "a kid with a spark" 2 years ago and now you could say I am a "firework" (This analogy will never grow old for me) So don't waste time putting me in your box because before you know it, I'll be the Fourth of July!
Life has no formula. I can't throw "loud" and "fun-loving" into an equation and expect to get an accurate picture of myself. I'm not telling you to stop using words to help express who you are to others--that would be not only impossible but also no fun at all! What I am saying is you don't need to use a series of letters to describe every difficult and confusing moment in your life. Let me give you a prime example of this: If you have struggles with your faith, and feeling like you are letting God down (you may be calling yourself a doubter or even weak) remember God is not restrained by words--God does not read the mind but rather the heart. Even the word "Faith" is not a good enough word to describe the connection we have to God, because faith only means trust or confidence in God and I'd be willing to lay down my life to say there is alot more we offer to God that just faith.
Have you ever been asked the question, if you friends were to use three words to describe you what would they be? Have you ever then realized that your friends wouldn't use three words , they'd use memories, gestures, phrases that mean nothing unless put into context, inside jokes, countless quotes. So why on earth is it that when I am to describe myself I only get three words? It should be more like three hours, at least one to explain that time I pooped ON my pants, oh and a good half hour to talk about Musical and being able to pay for a cell phone, not to mention the hour long impressions of Mrs. Young and her typos, and all this doesn't even take into account the good times at choir or the amazingness of Kairos (and I know somewhere someone is double fisting the dittos to that right now!) With all that in mind, you want three words!? How about: I Love Me!
These memories I referenced above they take us to a place that no one else but our friends can! A place only we know and only we can understand...a place that can't be put into words. But it isn't only our friends who take us to a place like this; all those times you have been moved by amazement, or joy, or beauty, that is when God is taking you to a place only you and He can understand. That to me is a glimpse of Heaven
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