There is a part of us hidden deep.
It is the portion of us untouched by our difficult circumstances, our cutting-edge need to belong, and the all of the outside forces that morph and mold us.
The sensitive, artistic, generous, whimsical, outlandish parts of us have slowly buried themselves against the steel we have created against the harshness of this world and all of its expectations.
We feel it ache whenever we see a hungry child or a piece of art on the street. An unexpected pang. “Hello? I’m still here. I’m still with you. You haven’t forgotten, have you?“
That is the part, those are the parts, this world yearns for.
All of those soft parts that are so sensitive to the blade of criticism and rejection are what this world craves.
Do me (and you, and your neighbor, and the child you love, and your local grocery store clerk) a favor: do what you’re afraid to do.
Turn over to the underbelly of all of those things you’re afraid to show and brave the weight of the world.
Yield all of those quirky parts of you against the winds.
Be still. Be vulnerable. Be open. Be funny. Be soft. Be all of those things you never thought you could let yourself be.
Because Jesus made you that way. He crafted you, knitted you, and transformed you to be who you are.
And it’s okay to be you.
Because it might save someone.
It just might save you.