Experiencing and expressing pain is always vulnerable, but you know what? Experiencing and expressing joy is vulnerable too. I’m so glad God is with us for both. Could it be we feel overwhelmed and filled with unrest because we are afraid to rejoice? I’m glad we don’t have to feel brave to bravely open our hearts to the joy, hope, and healing of God.
We can open up.
This world is loud. The noise is invasive. And sometimes we get sucked into the hype. We forget we don’t have to do all the things, or be what people tell us to be, or share everything, or market our lifestyle, or be popular, or be loud about everything.
We can be us.
And we can do so without pride, pomp, or circumstance.
This year, my husband and I planted several varieties of sunflowers. The first to bloom was orange and on fire. The second was giant and beautiful yellow. And the third? Well I’m not sure how long it took me to notice. It’s shorter than the others, far more simple, easily lost in the vibrancy and height of the ones “ahead” of it.
So, this poem came about after my delightful discovery of the shorter, simpler sunflower.
There is so much to consider before you open your mouth to say stuff.
Don’t let days like these steal your rest & (for lack of a poetic phrase). . .have you running around like a chicken with your head cut off!