#lovewins…. Does it really?
Is love winning? It should be.
I have to confess….
Although the tagline of my blog page is, “lessons on finding grace to be okay with yourself,” I have no grace for one part of myself right now.
I see this part no matter where I look on my body- chub… and lots of it.
Sometimes the lessons we learn don’t come from the textbook. Looking back on the group of students that just completed their 8th grade year, I realize they taught me several lessons.
Everyday they believed that today could be the day, and one day it was.
As I ran past the caboose on my running trail, the yard limit sign, and the stop painted on the ground, I thought about how we can feel everything is telling us that it is time to give up on a job, a spouse, our faith, or ourselves.
People like to see something attainable. We like to see that models have stretch marks and leaders can make small mistakes or admit struggles.
I was rushing around trying to get things done, and all I saw were tasks. I forgot to see the world through the eyes of my children. I was on the verge of taking what was a treat to them and turning it into a chore. What is 30 more seconds in the big picture? This little moment was a sweet reminder to find the pleasure in living.
I was asked recently to write a one page summary of my testimony. Most testimonies involve a dramatic moment of change. This is not that story. This is the story of a planted seed that was watered and nurtured. It is the story of how I have grown, bloomed, withered, grown, and bloomed again.
Life has a way of wearing us down and making it hard to see the beauty. We lose focus and our vision is clouded by the mundane, the painful, and the false.
When we fail to see the humanity in others, we fail to understand ourselves because we are, at the core, the same.