So, I did. And then I read it a few more times. And then I thought about it for days afterwards. And then I got out my journal and copied one of the lines down and drafted a little list of my own.
May I be...
full of joy
full of peace
None of these things come naturally to me. Just being real. Getting to know people and deciding how we're going to explain ourselves to them has a way of bringing us face to face with who we really are. If moving teaches you one thing, it's the truth about who you are.
People want to know where you came from and why you're here and where you're going. They want to know what you like to do and what you hope to do. They want to see you laugh and some of them want to know what makes you cry.
You listen to their questions and do your best to give them answers. You ask questions of your own and you wait for them to come with answers. And then you go home and you think about the people who already know you and you wonder how long it's going to take to get to that place with the people you're just now getting around to letting in.
And then, you read an old poem on some random night in May and you carry it around with you and everything comes full circle. Your life is full and you are who you are, but it's never too late to think about who you want to be. You make a list and you trust that God won't leave you where He found you.
And that's why I like poetry!
What's on your list of things to be?