Hall Theme (3rd East) Authentically CREATED.

I was asked to share a poem about what it meant to be authentically yourself for all the women RA &this is what I came up with. The whole time I was writing this piece I thought of my hall, my residents, my girls, my prayer is that they would experience the reality of this in some way...
The very first definition of Created is this... "to cause to come into being, as something unique that would not naturally evolve or that is not made by ordinary processes." dictionary.com

 Here's the poem...

We read Psalm 139:14

And tattoo it on our hearts

Hoping that the pulsing and rushing of blood

Will somehow cause it to flow to the pocket in our brains where we tuck away

Everything we deem to be true

We look in the mirror and count every mole, freckle and misplaced dimple

We notice the places where we should paint on more makeup

We hide every aspect that we consider a flaw

An Error or inadequacy

I wish there was a mirror

That captured our souls in a frame

And highlighted every precious treasure that is found within it

That placed our hearts in a microscopic view

And forced us to analyze that beauty

Is not just appearance

In fact I would dare to say that beauty is not appearance at all

Because of how easily unpleasant actions or words can cover a face like an oil leak

Beauty is the very aspect of ourselves that we push aside

It is what we are passionate about and the way that we speak

It is in the way that we listen or how we embrace someone

Beauty should be something that we do

Weaving it into our lives on an everyday basis so much that it soon becomes who we are

And then maybe we will understand that we

Were not just made

Not transfigured or thrown together

We…. YOU were created

Sculpted from the very hands of the one who inhaled life into your lungs

And allowed you to breath

He didn’t need to rough draft in pencil or sketch lightly because he himself is made up of permanent perfection

Did you know that the little circles that make up your fingerprints
were carefully sown together just for your own identity
we spend so much time trying to "find ourselves”

When the one who orchestrates the music of our heart beat

 Has already painted it in ten different ways
And says this…
THIS is who you are: My child, My daughter
Maybe the mouth that I will speak through
The vessel I will use, The clay I will mold, Or the leader I will rise up
I have sown you together with authentic threads of how to love, to teach and to grow others
With how to selflessly give of yourself

I have created you to be you

And no one else

So boast in your originality

Dance in your unique qualities

And smile wide

Dimples, freckles and all

Be only aware of the skin you are coated in

But be cautious of the soul that sleeps inside of it

And give it the freedom to be all that it was destined to be

Beautiful, Priceless, and so wonderfully authentic

Tonight I had the opportunity to share poetry with over 200 girls, while wearing an over sized Christmas Onesie.

I am obsessed with life right now.