echo

I keep a blog-collection of letters that I've been writing to the youngest of my family. Some short, some long, some informative, some simple affirmations.

Today's post went like this.

You're beautiful
I just wanted you to know you're a wild and beautiful creation, a product of the same one who designed the stars, the ocean, and everything else beautiful in the world.

His heart is for you. It always has been.

He loves you more than I do....I know it's true. I just can't conceive how it's possible.



As I re-read the post, her little voice came to mind saying, "Cissy, how do you know?"

I found myself in tears in the middle of a coffee shop as I realized the answer is, "Because the same is true of me".

Thoughts from the train...

Authenticity is not convenient
A soft heart often will never allow you to maintain the facade of emotional control that is expected of you.
Tears pour at inopportune times….and don't show up when they're most appropriate.

Authenticity makes people uncomfortable.
It's as if our refusal of the blankness, of the numbness, somehow challenges their own embracing.
It takes more courage than comes standard and more intentionality then most would choose to spend.

Authenticity, is in itself, an indictment
It exposes a mutually accepted, and often endeared falsehood,
as a wall of evil surrounding the Holy of Holies.

Authenticity is what makes the citizen of somewhere else seem a foreigner here.
and awakens a deep homesickness in the most acclimated expatriate.