Someone very close to me told me about a long over-due conversation that happened for her this past week. She commented to me that during the conversation she realized she'd reached a certain point in her life where - and this is my paraphrase - the need to please had been overtaken by her need to be herself. It struck me as a beautiful mark of maturity and self-confidence - something I'd already seen, but now she saw for herself.
I'm left contemplating: Why does it take so long to see the good stuff in ourselves? That we are confident, remarkable creatures imbued with God's very nature? That changes come about in our lives that indelibly mark us, often for the better, but only to be realized later?
Do you ever have moments when you realize "you ain't so bad?" They are gifts, and we should receive them as gentle reminders from our heavenly Father that we are “enough.”
Kate Light has a great poem called There Comes the Strangest Moment that describes this moment of truth.
There comes the strangest moment in your life,
when everything you thought before breaks free —
what you relied upon, as ground-rule and as rite
looks upside down from how it used to be.
Skin’s gone pale, your brain is shedding cells;
you question every tenet you set down;
obedient thoughts have turned to infidels
and every verb desires to be a noun.
I want—my want. I love—my love. I’ll stay
with you. I thought transitions were the best,
but I want what’s here to never go away.
I’ll make my peace, my bed, and kiss this breast . . .
Your heart’s in retrograde. You simply have no choice.
Things people told you turn out to be true.
You have to hold that body, hear that voice.
You’d have sworn no one knew you more than you.
How many people thought you’d never change?
But here you have. It’s beautiful. It’s strange.
– Kate Light
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