It’s tempting to cut parts out of my spiritual journey, like the portions where I can’t let God love me or where I desperately hope to be someone else. (Don’t worry! I have no hopes whatsoever to be a pro skateboarder, or a spy, although they would both be so darn cool.)
We’re always losing the scissors in our house. They’re usually in the dishwasher. We use them for every craft and easy-open dinner, and for much stranger purposes I don’t want my kids to tell me about. So a lot of things don’t get cut because the scissors are on the lamb.
This can be a good thing. I’ve gotten rather skilled with a utility knife, for instance.
Eliminating the free form, rawer parts of my story would separate yours from mine.
This is me telling you, I am glad we really have nothing to prove to each other, or to God. We have nothing to lose by taking a chance on his love.
This is Day 30 of 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes.