Weapons of choice

Some things just need a broader audience so I am reblogging this in hopes that more will see this beautiful writing!

Hey Sparky! What Time Is It?

I heard it first

in elementary school.

They told me I should

fear the sticks

and dread the stones

but count the words

as harmless.

And that

was how I learned

that bruises only count

when they are visible

to the skeptical eye

and as long

as my eye wasn’t black

and my arm wasn’t blue

the bleeding in my heart

didn’t matter.

Maybe you learned it, too.

But it’s difficult

to convince Love

that our red-stained shirts

mean nothing

since, look,

there isn’t a mark

anywhere else.

Love knows better.

Love sings over us

and the music soars

through time

and space.

The power of life

and

the power of death

pulse within words,

power never known

by sticks

or stones

or atomic bombs.

But as Love sings

the words are

kryptonite to pain,

and our shirts

once stained

now dazzle white

with such brilliance

that hate must shield

its blackened eyes

and…

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No momentum

What to say? What to say? That seems to be the question in Sparky land tonight. I have a draft I started a few days ago that I could finish…or maybe not. I didn’t finish it a few days ago and now the momentum for it is gone.

Momentum is a curious thing…

Boxed, Framed or Remembered…Its Your Story

Do you take lots of pictures of your family and friends? Do you rely on snapshots or spend the money on something more professional to mark the progression of your family thru the years? If you rely on snapshots, do you use the camera on your phone or a real camera made for taking quality pics? What do you do with those pictures? Do you choose your favorite to stick in frames and hang or display prominently around your house? Do you have a few on your refrigerator? Do you put the rest in albums or boxes or leave them hidden in your phone or computer? Are your precious and not so precious moments tucked safely away or on display for the world to see? What would happen if your computer crashed or your house burned down or you lost your phone? What would happen if iCloud evaporated?

What would happen if you laid all your photos out side by side? Would they tell the story of your life? Would someone who doesn’t know you be able to look at your pictures and really know you? Do the pictures in the frames tell the whole story?

A picture is worth a thousand words. Which pictures of yours are worth a thousand words? Are those the pictures you choose to frame, the ones in your boxes or the ones hanging out in your phone? Or are they the ones you didn’t take? Are the thousand word pictures the ones locked away in your mind or heart because the moment was too precious to interrupt with a camera or share with the world in a frame?

What about the big picture? The one that doesn’t fit in a frame? The one that is ever-expanding. The story of your life? The picture that tells more than a thousand words…sometimes in just one day? Do you have that picture on display for the world to see or do you have it tucked away somewhere? Do you value and protect that picture? Would you frame it the way it is or give it room to grow and expand?

I am thankful for the people in my life who live out loud. I am thankful for the people who share the stories of their lives and not just the pretty, smiley faced ones. (Wait, all my friends are pretty smiley, faced peeps, I’m talking about their stories!) I am thankful for the people in my life who are in the process of growing and expanding and busting out of the frames and boxes of their past and sharing those moments with me and others so that we can grow and expand.

Who have you invited into your story lately? Maybe there is someone who needs to see what is in those boxes that you are afraid to share? Maybe they have a picture you need to see? Maybe you will discover that your lives are part of a bigger picture that you are both a part of?

Or maybe you need to let God have a look inside those boxes with you and talk about some of the pictures that you’ve tucked away?