goodandevil

I want you to think of a time in your life when you literally saw your reflection and didn’t like what you saw. Think of lies, think of a lack of self-awareness, anything you need to to make that image raw and uncomfortable.

Think of all the times you’ve snapped at people, how you’ve hurt others emotionally and hey, why not, physically as well
For every time you’ve whined and complained, for every wasted second that you thought carpe diem was for the movies and was better served fantasizing about being naked with someone.

Through burnt toast, disappointment, failure, grief, there was one constant. One wonderful, positive force.

Even if you’re without faith. It was real and it was tangible every day.

Have you ever faked an illness? Committed a crime? Embarrassed someone? It was still there!

I’m willing to bet you’ve been jealous of other people, too tired for something, completely misunderstood one person and unfairly punished another. That there was some time in your life where you bit off more than you could chew, figuratively and literally.

That sound was you. That smell was you. Yet there’s a thread of continuity through it all that makes it all that much more okay!

Someone was watching out for you. Someone really just might know you better than you know yourself. Someone who would give of themselves when they had everything and when they had nothing. Heck, when they had less than nothing.

Haven’t guessed it by now?

The Good | A Mother’s Love

Trackback URI | Comments RSS