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i like to wear pretty clothes... and i've been blessed with pretty, feminine clothes, but so often i wear old junky stuff just because it seems "easier" to look sloppy. the thing is, it's just as easy to throw on easy and pretty stuff as it is to throw on clothes like i'm going to go work on a farm. there's beauty in utility, true, and some of the things i feel prettiest in are flannel pj pants and a comfy t-shirt. but to fall back on the "easy" excuse is just pitiful.
it's just as pitiful to always fall back on familiar pain because it's "easy"... easier than what? easier than moving forward? easier than listening to god's quiet, constant voice? "it's easier." what a lame excuse.
god ripped some stitches out of my heart a while ago and i was so angry at first, expecting the wound to bleed again... because that's what stitches are for, right? to keep open wounds together? but nothing bled, and when i investigated i discovered that the wound's been closed for a long time, long enough to leave a scar... long past the point of being open at all. i hung onto those stitches because they represented the familiarity of the wound. it was "easier" to leave them in... easier to consume myself with memories and sometimes completely lose sight of the amazing present happening all around me.
but then that's not really easier, is it? what makes something easy? we choose what's easy. and i'm choosing to wear my prettiest skirts and twirl around, even if my scar peeks out sometimes.
Así que no tengan miedo; ustedes valen más que muchos gorriones.
Mateo 10:31
it's just as pitiful to always fall back on familiar pain because it's "easy"... easier than what? easier than moving forward? easier than listening to god's quiet, constant voice? "it's easier." what a lame excuse.
god ripped some stitches out of my heart a while ago and i was so angry at first, expecting the wound to bleed again... because that's what stitches are for, right? to keep open wounds together? but nothing bled, and when i investigated i discovered that the wound's been closed for a long time, long enough to leave a scar... long past the point of being open at all. i hung onto those stitches because they represented the familiarity of the wound. it was "easier" to leave them in... easier to consume myself with memories and sometimes completely lose sight of the amazing present happening all around me.
but then that's not really easier, is it? what makes something easy? we choose what's easy. and i'm choosing to wear my prettiest skirts and twirl around, even if my scar peeks out sometimes.
Así que no tengan miedo; ustedes valen más que muchos gorriones.
Mateo 10:31