whispers through the wind, through the unending noise, through the muck.
you are there.
speaking ever so softly. ever so subtly, but ever so lovely. ever so.
whispers beneath the surface that you're trying so hard to break through.
you are here.
speaking into my heart, into my soul.
whispers in spite of the racket and rattling in my head that can never be drowned out.
quiet, my soul. quiet my mind.
be still, my love. be still.
whispers when i long to hear your voice booming. when i long to know without a doubt what is right, what is true.
i want to feel you. i want to know that you are near.
you are not alone, my love. you are not alone.
whispers. amaranthine whispers.
frustration surges. tears never ceasing. incessant questions.
emotion swells without the need to be controlled.
it is well, my love. it is well.
Preparation. Foundation. Formation.
That is what my day consists of today, the first day of this Lenten Season. Normally by now I've figured out what I want to give up for Lent & in the past my "sacrifices" have been pretty superficial. Last year it was french fries. No joke. I mean really, Lauren? French fries are interfering with your relationship with God? I highly doubt it.
But this year, it's legit. This year I have prayerfully considered Lent as a spiritual practice & have actually put some thought into it. Go figure! So today is the day of preparation. Today is the day that I am fasting from food & seeking God's direction for my personal Lenten season.
Authenticity. That's a word that's been on my mind ALL week long. On Sunday night I prayed for authenticity for myself but also for all those walking in to the Chapel on Sunday. Throughout this week the word has been popping up in books, in Scripture... in life.
But being authentic is extremely difficult in today's society. We're constantly told that who we are isn't good enough. We're expected to change for those around us. We're ridiculed when our quirkiness peeps through the surface of our ever-thickening masks of perfection.
But being anything less than authentic is just silly.
Why is it so hard to be me? Why do I care so much about what others think? Why can't I just relish in my uniqueness, my imperfection, my authenticity? There is no one else like me on the planet. God created me to be unique. He gave me an incredible mind, a heart full of sensitivity and emotion, an unending desire to serve, and a quirky personality full of humor and love. The traits I love most about myself are usually the ones that people tease me about the most. The traits I love most are the ones that make me inexplicably and unabashedly me.
I am authentic and proud... not always, but more often now than I've ever been.
His creation is beautiful. His creation is strong. His creation is real. His creation is ME.