
I want to pass that gift on to my children. Let there never be a question in their mind that I will love them anyways. If the world turns on them and they feel the sting of rejection…let them run to me. They have hung the world in my eyes and I see their hidden treasures. I hope I always look at them with wonder and let them see excitement in my eyes when they walk in to the room. Let me be their biggest advocate and their closest friend, even if they won’t admit it for a while. I want to be the first call when they have hard news. I want them to know they can never shake my love, they can never stop me from believing they can change the world. They can fail; they have the freedom to utterly fall on their faces over and over again…and I will love them anyways. I will tell them when I think they are off and offer correction while they are under my roof, but whatever they choose I will love them anyways.
grace through the awkward
beauty in the mud
soft centers between rocks and hard places
forts to tell secrets
blood to cover doors
forgiveness covering a life lived reckless
rough edges to love
deep ruts to expose
holding the key to mend the brokenness
to live a life not lost but loved
to give a love not lost in life
and through this see and know and choose
to still love anyways
to still love anyways